#if youre mad about this you can kindly go fuck yourself

[chuluoyi]

only if you are up for a challenge. Naoya Zenin x f!reader in which he got her pregnant, then she left out of fear and he found her again and won't let her go :)))

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

you loved him... but you have had enough of the shit you've experienced—his arrogance, horrible family and another woman—and decided to leave him for the sake of yourself and your child

genre/warnings: angst to comfort, implied cheating, most likely ooc, honestly i almost made it a vs naoya fic with no consolation, happy ending aka naoya is decent

note: this ask... has been collecting dust in my askbox for about SIX MONTHS HAHAH, so sorry anon. i'll just leave it here and let it burn however just bc i don’t want to delete what i’ve written :’)

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"How... how could you?"

Once, you thought, you were in love with Zen'in Naoya.

Well, you couldn't deny that he had personality flaws, but deep down, at one point in your life, you still believed that he too loved you.

You stared at him through tears brimming in your eyes, and he was just there, looking at the little being in your arms with a mix of shock and... something else you couldn't name. Dismay? Disappointment? Black rage?

"Go away, Naoya," you declared through your gritted teeth, pulling the baby in your arms even closer to you, as though fearing he might do something drastic. No way in hell would you let him after what he made you go through.

His eyes twitched as he tried to hold himself back from losing it. He took a few deep breathes in order to stay composed.

“Y/N, answer me,” he growled, still with the same condescending tone you remembered nine months ago, when you resolutely decided to leave him. “Is that baby mine?”

This was absolute madness. You had driven him insane. Naoya was certain he would go feral on you after you boldly left him without a trace, and when he found you, you were cradling this baby in your arms—which he was absolutely sure, enough to bet on his life, that the little thing was also his.

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

You had imagined all sort of scenarios in which this very event would occur. This was one of them actually.

“No,” you firmly replied, gaze hardening. “Not yours. So kindly let yourself out of my house, Naoya.”

“Absolute bullshit!” he shouted and you flinched. His sudden rise of voice also woke the poor baby in your arms.

His heart hammered inside his chest. There were many things that made a mess of his head. You running away from him. The nights of madness he went through, wondering where you were and if you were alright. And now, the fact you had his baby without him ever knowing.

“Where were you? Why did you leave— you were having my—”

Fuck, he didn’t even know if he had a son or daughter.

You tried to console your child, now tears also streaming down your cheeks too. But it was more of frustration and anger rather than fear. “Can you blame me? Zen’in Naoya, you have made my life hell!”

“Hell?” It felt like an total insult to his pride. “How—!”

“You!” you screamed at his face. “I’ve had enough of your shit! And not to mention your father—that horrible drunkard who always looks down on me and treats me as if I were some gold digger! And also the whole of your goddamn, entitled clan—they always harass me right in front of my face!”

All of this stunned him on this place. Truth to be told, he knew a little to nothing at all about what his kin had done to you.

“I don’t need your family’s wealth! I can live on my own just fine even with your bastard!” Your tirade still hadn’t ended, but you had to put your baby on her cot first and dismiss her ever growing cries because you were tired of all of this. This life. This absolute nightmare that was caused by one fatal mistake of falling in love with Zen’in Naoya.

“But what the fuck? You’re asking why I left? How dare you ask me that after what you did!”

“What did I even do?!” His denial made a blood vessel about to burst inside your brain. “You never fucking told me what my father did! If only you did, I would have—”

“Look, you don’t even acknowledge it!” You were so tired of this. You wished you could die and just end all of this mental suffering. Why did this have to happen to you out of a billion people out there?

And yet, still, ultimately, you were happy with him. Those memories of the two of you together, just idyllically spending time together, or sometimes even playfully clashing opinions— to you, they were irreplaceable.

So, that's why...

Your heart shattered at the screeching cries of your baby. But you had to slam this in Naoya’s face.

“That was the last straw—seeing you with that fucking woman, you insufferable, demented, cheating bastard!”

That string of profanities you screamed at his face made Naoya finally lost it, as he gripped you tightly and his eyes flared with pure white-hot anger. “Say that again—say that again, you—!”

A toe-curling scream ripped out of your baby and you wrenched yourself out of his grasp through sheer will. Naoya was left reeling as he watched your horrified expression, as you plucked the baby into your arms again.

“Shh, shh,” you shushed your child amidst your own quivering lips. “Mama is here… Don’t cry…”

Right at that moment, it was as if something had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole. He really had a living baby. That baby was crying because of him.

The sting of the anger was still there, but now guilt started to overpower it as he regained his cool somewhat. “Is that a—” his breath hitched. He had to know. At the very, very least he had to know.

You didn’t immediately answer. You were still absolutely heartbroken by how it all turned out. But above all else, you could no longer deny him of his own child.

“A girl,” you sniffled.

A daughter. A daughter— in the one split second after knowing that, Naoya made the quickest decision of his life.

“Come back. Live with me,” he said, resolute. “You’re the mother of my child—I won’t let anyone lay their hand on you again. You have my word.”

Women are pain in the ass. That was what he used to think. Until you. Not when it's you. It astounded even himself how the sight of you like this was enough to drive knives into his chest.

“Look, that’s not it,” your tears were now falling free and fast, unable to hold it back longer. “How can you ask me that—when you went behind my back with another woman? Naoya, I love you—loved you. But isn’t this too cruel? How can you do this to me?”

“What woman are you talking about?” He tried to compose himself, but your accusation of him with someone whose existence he didn’t even know was getting in his nerves. “I have never been unfaithful to you! I know we don't always agree to things, but do you really think that low of me?”

“Evidently, I saw you with her. Your father made it a point that she’s your next plaything—or possibly even, fiancée!”

There was a memory that sprung into his head when you mentioned that. He recalled that vain, stupid woman, and he definitely remembered telling his father that he refused her. It wasn’t long before you disappeared.

Now everything clicked.

“Listen to me,” Naoya started, jaw clenching. “Whatever my father told you—those are all lies. I turned her down right there and then. I wouldn’t do that to you. You know that. You should have known that.”

Sobs wrecked your body and soul at this point. You knew where your place was. Zen’in Naoya was a man outside your league, his family made it so clear to you that you were nothing but dirt in their eyes. And perhaps that was why, back then, you chose to protect yourself and left him, believing he was capable of that too.

And now before you, you could see the man you loved once again.

“Come back to me.” His gaze burned you. “This time, for sure, I won’t let anyone touch you— I won’t let them even say a word about you! I will marry you, and we will raise our daughter together.”

“I… I don’t want to live there, Naoya…” you sobbed. You hated that place. Like hell would you have your pride stomped and deceived again.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. We won’t live there. You won’t have to see any of their faces again.”

Gazing into your face, marked by trails of tears, he finally, finally felt his heart break. And he thought, that in front of him now was the only woman who could upturn his whole trajectory.

“Just… come back. To me. I will take care of you. I swear it.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

i love your hc’s about dante and reader being Nero’s parents!! can we get a backstory on how they became his found parents or more hc’s about dante and reader being Nero’s parents?

you and dante had found Nero at an orphanage in the town of Fortuna after a mission, the boy with the glowing demonic arm and white hair that made his blue eyes pop obviously had sparda heratige. There was no doudt about that, especially not to Dante, who was hellbent on giving him the upbringing he deserved.

You pretty much punched someone for calling Nero a ‘child of the devil’ nobody insults your baby and gets away with it.

Dante did the exact same thing when another person called him devil spawn for having such an unsightly arm, an arm only belonging to that of the devil itself. He didn’t take too kindly to religious folk spouting their bigoted rhetoric, especially towards a small child like Nero who was giving you flowers he had plucked from the ground.

Neither of you mess about when it came to Nero and you both were sure as shit to make it known to all that if they spoke ill of your son, they’d have you and Dante to answer to or walk away with a busted nose.

‘Are you my new family?’ Baby Nero asked, his big blue eyes peering up at you and Dante’s he tried to hide his glowing arm behind his back, but was stoped when you grabbed both of his tiny hands within his own and smiled.

‘Yes we are my sweet boy, and you’ll never have to fight for your spot at the table nor second guess yourself or your worth. Not anymore.’ You tell him as you pressed a kiss to his head. ‘Your family Nero and family never give up on each other, never.’

‘Yeah kiddo, you’re stuck with us.’ Dante says as he ruffles Nero’s hair, causing the boy to pout and swat away his hand but it was clear to you and Dante that he was happy to finally having gotten out of the orphanage when he did.

You spoil baby Nero rotten by getting him whether you he wanted while cuddling and smothering your baby boy in kisses until he was laughing, trying to push you away as Dante watched from the doorway, happy to see his little family he was blessed to get back home to after each mission.

It was something that Dante didn’t think he’d ever get with how fucked his life had been thus far, but he was grateful that you had given him a chance and stay long enough to the point where you now have a son that you two would absolutely go to war for just to see smile.

He had to pinch himself most days, hoping that this wasn’t a dream he’d wake up from, alone and without a loving partner and a sweet little boy who’d he knew would one day grow up into a man who’d teach him a few things later on in life. Either way he didn’t want to wake up alone, so he joins you and little Nero by bringing you both into his arms as it was his turn to shower you both in kisses, his stubble tickling you both as you and baby Nero were left laughing and melting into his strong protective arms.

‘I’m thankful for you both’ was a phrase that came out of Dante’s mouth more often then not as he tucks you both into bed, kissing you both on your foreheads before joining you and Nero and holding you to his chest while you held Nero close to yours, a small family sharing a crappy bed but none of that mattered when you were together.

Baby Nero did get a little cheeky sometimes and had eaten some of Dante’s strawberry sundae once, he was immediately proven guilty by Dante as he wiped the melted ice cream from Nero’s cheek, gave it a sniff and knew that his son had taken a little bite out of his strawberry sundae that he had been saving for a while.

Yet he could never bring himself to be mad when Nero was most likely suffering from a brain freeze, and decided to hold his son close to his chest, kiss his forehead and hum a small tune his mother use to use for him and Vergil just before they went to sleep as the brain freeze subsided and Nero fell asleep within the warm embrace of his newfound father.

From then on Dante would split his sundae with Nero, but making sure the boy didn’t have too much for another brain freeze.

You had come across the scene one too many times where Dante and Nero’s face were smeared in the sweet sundae, looking at you with wide eyes as you laughed at the pair, ruffling their hair as you stole some sundae for yourself before reprimanded Dante for indulging Nero into becoming a sweet tooth like him.

‘Guilty as charged sweetheart.’ He’d show off those little fangs of his that he knew made you go a little nuts.

‘Then you’ll be responsible for when he gets a sugar rush then?’ You asked playfully as you picked up Nero after hearing him yawn, nuzzling his nose with your own as he practically clings onto you, babbling his baby nonsense as you rubbed his back.

‘Do I have you?’ Dante asks, pouting.

You peck his lips. ‘If you’re going to indulge our son, then you’re responsible for what happens when he has one too many strawberry sundaes.’ You tell him sweetly as you pecked his lips once more before walking up the stairs to put Nero to bed.

Dante would tell Nero of the tale of how you and him got together, the half demon and the angel as he’s called it becuase what else would he call it? You were borderline perfect -if not- the definition of perfection in his eyes. He told Nero how you’d fell in love, how you were always there for him and how he recalled fighting Hell itself in order to get you back, all the way to the softer moments where you and Dante would cuddle closely and kiss each other before missions and after missions.

‘Our relationship might not be a normal one in any sense but it’s ours and we love it regardless because we couldn’t ask for anything more then each other.’ He tells the quarter demon, who had only baby babbled at him.

‘Exactly son, exactly.’ Dante replies, acting as though he could understand Nero as the baby squealed and laughed, making the red coated half demon smile himself.

Your family maybe small but you and Dante loved your little family more then anything as you had a family album dedicated to all the moments you got with little baby Nero, mainly to embarrass him in front of his future girlfriend, but that was neither here nor there just yet.

[onlinedolly]

Pllsss hear me out- dad leon with a alt kid, they're socially awkward and don't have any friends- but it's okay, leon can be your friend, he's all you need after all! And his kiddo smokes weed, not being too bothered by it, it helps with your anxiety-

But he can't help but get hard when you smile up at him with hazey red eyes and a big toothy grin! Stuttering and mumbling over your words because your brain is just too fogged up, Your just too cute!

So when you were smoking the next time he saw you, you were watching a movie and he asks to join you, sitting behind you on the bed, only starting with a hand rubbing on your back as you both watch the movie- but every hit you take leon gets more and more touchy until eventually he pounding into you, holding your face into your bed until your both crying, you from overstimulation, and leon crying that he's sorry, he'll make it up to you, he always does! (*￣∇￣*)

ohhhhh anonnie i’m wet LOL!!!!

cw warning: drug use, incest, dd:dne, rough sex, noncon, loser perverted leon, rough leon

“feelin good, hm?” leon would ask as he climbs into your bed, stroking your hair as some movie, he doesn’t really care that much about, plays in the background. leon had always been a lax dad, you were a decent enough kid and you didn’t have many friends, meaning you didn’t go out much (which he was thrilled by), so you found yourself hanging out with your father more then anything.

yes, he was a cop and yes you smoked weed but he wasn’t going to tell, he’d promised when he first found out. if that’s the worst thing you’re doing, how could he really be that mad? besides, it made you so kind to your sweet father.

you nod your head as he runs his fingers through your hair, sinking next to you on the bed. you’re fixated on the movie but all he can do is look at you, he watches as you smoke in your joint, leaning into his touch as he keeps running his fingers through your hair. as you get more hazy and high he moves his hand to rub small circles on your back, moving around a bit as he feels his cock start to stiffen.

why was his cock getting hard? why was he thinking these thoughts? your father thought to himself, he’d noticed you before in your little dresses and pretty makeup, but he always pushed it to the back of his mind. but now? now he couldn’t resist, how would he? not when you were sprawled out on the bed for him, leaning against his touch as he runs circles in your back.

so your dad tests the water first, moving his hang to grip your waist pulling you closer to him, when he notices you don’t shift away from him moves his hang up and down on your hip, that getting your attention.

“what are you doing?” you asked, soft, hazy, n sweet.

“just trust me baby,” leon speaks back just as kindly as he moves his hand to hover over the front of your panties. this was it. the point of no return. how would you react? he thought. would you push him away, call him a pervert? god he kind of was a pervert, a terrible man. a disgusting man who can’t help himself as he ghosts his fingers over clothed cunt. you late out a hazy gasp, but not moving much as he sneaks his fingers into your panties.

“this okay, baby?” he speaks low, running a finger up your cunt teasingly. you shudder and look at him with glossy eyes.

“daddy i…dunno.” you speak earnestly, you talked like you didn’t want it but from how wet he could feel you getting he kept on, spreading your puffy cunt with two fingers.

you sink down into his touch, grabbing his wrist with a limp hold, “daddy this….” you gasp a bit as he rubs past your clit, “…this ain’t right.”

“i know babygirl, im so sorry.” leon speaks as he places a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing soft circles into your fat clit. he felt terrible about it, touching you like this, he was your fucking father and now he’s nothing more then just a perverted man touching his daughter. “daddy’s so sorry.”

the circling around you clit speeds up as he watches you let out soft moans underneath him, twitching. he replaced his fingers with his thumb on your clit we he tries to insert a singular finger in you. you gasp at the pain and he practically moans at how tight it is. once inside he gives you a second to adjust before thrusting his finger in and out of you listening to how your whines turn into deep moans.

“d-daddy—“ your broken voice calls out as he picks up the pace, “we should stop.” you plead, but leon sees right through your facade as you wiggle around in his touch moaning softly.

“i know baby, i know. daddy’s so sorry, daddy’ll getcha whatever you want after, okay? just—“ he picks up the pace, rubbing your clit hard as he fucks you with his fingers, “let daddy do this okay?”

you’re about to cum, you can feel the coil of heat inside you and it’s about to snap. when you do cum, it’s hard and you’re bucking against your fathers fingers. the sight alone could make leon cream himself, but he’s not done. no, not yet.

he gives you time to adjust from your orgasm before he’s pushing you into the bed, face in the pillow and ass propped up as you’re on all fours. he’s fumbling around anxiously now, anxious to feel your tight cunt suck in his cock, as he unbuckles his belt and hurriedly pulls down his jeans. you’re in nothing but a pretty nightgown and black lacy panties making you the easiest of access.

once leon has his cock out he strokes it, letting out a deep guttural groan at the sight of you. and then he’s pulling down your panties and you panic, sobering up the tiniest bit as you try to raise up, to no avail since leon has you pinned to the bed.

“daddy this really isn’t okay—“ he slaps your ass, sending your body forward and you whine out loudly.

“sorry daddy hit you baby, daddy’s so so sorry,” he leans his head back in ecstasy before hes lining himself up with you, pushing himself into your tight cunt. “just let daddy do this, please baby.” and god you feel like heaven. tighter then he thought and so wet and hot. it’s almost impossible to work himself into you as you cry and whimper and clench around him. but oh, does leon love a challenge. so he thrusts harder as he finally gets himself fully inside of you.

“daddy!” you yelp, sobbing into the pillow as your clit pulses at the delicious feeling of him ripping you open. and then he starts, a brutal pace, a downright mean pace. especially for fucking his daughter who he knew was a pretty little virgin. but he couldn’t help it, you felt so good when you clenched in pain around his cock as he thrust into you with such force it made your head bang against the head board.

he had your hair a ball in his fist as he pushed your face into the pillow, muffling your screams and soft moans as he tears you from the inside out. your cunt is dripping all over his cock, the bed, as you let out little pleads asking him to stop but he just can’t.

he brings his free hand to your nipples under your shirt, squeezing them harshly as he collapses his body on top of yours, biting roughly into your shoulder, “jesus fuck baby, feel so so good. daddy’s so sorry he can’t stop, your just—“ thrust “so fucking—” thrust “—tight” thrust. you’re a mess at this point, sobbing and drooling into the pillow as he continues his brutal pace.

once leon finally comes, it’s a lot, hot and it fills you so full you think your going to pass out. his hips stutter as he jerks against your body, cumming and growling loudly in your ear. you’re a mess of tears and snot as he pulls out of you, his soft demeanor returning as he places a kiss to the back of your head. “daddy’s so sorry baby, getcha whatever you want to make it right, please forgive me?” he’s tearful now, stroking the back of your head as you lay there limp and out of it. leon was a perverted terrible man.

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Afterglow (Vi)

Kinktober 2024 Day Fourteen: Aftercare

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your favorite part is the afterglow. You wonder if hers is too.

To you, nothing can beat these moments. The moments where your legs unceremoniously unwrap around her hips and you both collapse on top of each other with big sighs and closed eyes. The moments where there’s a smile on your lips through every deep breath as your fingers search for hers once again. The moments where you’re more than a little blissed out- you’re in heaven and it’s only because she brought you there. Nothing else. No one else. Except for her. Always her.

At the same time, she’ll try to pull you closer to her. It’s a nearly impossible task. After all, you’re already curling around her and tucking yourself against her naked body. But she manages a little progress anyway. She’ll straighten out your once-bent knees in favor of tangling her legs in between yours. She’ll angle your still naked body so you have no choice but to tuck your head into her shoulder and press your chest against hers. And she’ll drape an arm over your waist and brush her fingers lightly up and down your skin. You like it when you feel them dance up and down your spine in small, rhythmic motions. She likes it when you wiggle around and give her the opportunity to reach down and give your ass a squeeze and a slight slap here and there. You compromise, by giving her a little more space to do whatever she wants with her body. You know you’ll be happy with whatever she does. You know you’ll be happy simply because it’s her.

“You’re my everything, you know that?” She mumbles to you after a while of laying together, eyes closed and content looks across her face. The words brush against your skin, and the fact that you’re sharing so much space is the only reason why you were able to hear such a quiet declaration being spoken out into the world. Though, these words of hers- they aren’t new to you. It’s not even the tenth or the hundredth time she’s shared such a message with you. It’s been more than that. More times than you can count. “My everything.”

But that doesn’t make it any less special. Because you know just how much she meant it. You know how much she meant every single kind word she has ever said to you. 

“You’re my everything too,” You tell her softly, taking a moment to nuzzle up against her even further. It doesn’t take much convincing to get her to believe you too. But it gets her to peek her eyes open at you and smile kindly, before tilting her head to press a few tiny kisses to the top of your nose. You let out a quiet giggle at her actions and her hand dips down again to rest on your backside once more. She’s careful about a few spots - including the spot she told you she just couldn’t help but bite at while she was eating you out from behind in a crazed frenzy. But you can’t find yourself caring or even being able to pretend you’re still mad about that. “I love you so much, Vi.”

You have much more important things to do. 

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Much more important things to enjoy.

So you go ahead and enjoy it. You start by melting into the bed with her and emptying your mind of literally everything else except for the woman you have in your arms. The rumbled sheets you were once both fucking on top of were now pulled haphazardly up to cover both your bodies and offer a thin layer of warmth. Though at this point, the two of you have been cuddling for so long that it offers more than just a little warmth. It offers sanctuary. It offers peace. It offers that sleepy feeling you know you should ignore in favor of taking a shower or at least, a washcloth and wiping at the now unflattering dried mess in between both of your legs. But it offers an excuse too. You’re feeling far too comfortable here. You’re feeling far too cozy here. You’re feeling far too happy here too.

Because who wouldn’t be. Who wouldn’t be when you’re with the person you love more than anything that exists in the world.

You know that at one point in your life, there was a time before you met her- there was a time before you met Vi. But you don’t want to think about it. You don’t want to recall the time before you had the shape of her every tattoo memorized because all you would do is drag your fingers against them time after time after time- all because she let you. You don’t want to remember the time before you knew this much about what your body wants and needs from another person to feel this happy- this good, this fulfilled after sex. And you don’t even want to think about all those lonely days and nights you’ve spent before meeting her, wondering if the one for you exists out there. Because you're past those days. Because you have her now. And she has you. 

And as far as you’re concerned, you’re not going anywhere. Not without her. Never without her.

“We have to get up soon,” Vi murmurs right by your ear after a couple more minutes of sleepy cuddles. It’s accompanied by a few more kisses and the tickle of her hair brushing softly against your hair. Though predictably, it does very little to encourage you to get up and follow. Mostly because you just couldn’t be bothered with the thought of leaving her arms right now.“Gotta get you clean, sweetheart.”

“Hmm… maybe later?” 

But partly because you noticed that she hadn’t made any moves herself to move away or to get you out of bed either.

“Yeah, okay…”

It’s just a part of life, you’ve come to realize. It’s just part of love. Those moments where you know you have too much to do but can’t help but be distracted with each other. Those moments where you know you have to untangle. Not just because it’s too hard. But because you don’t want to. Because her body is too warm when it’s pressed against yours. Because her arms are made just perfectly for wrapping themselves around you and never letting go. Because you love the afterglow. Because it’s your favorite part. Because you get to share in it with her and only her.

“...later sounds good, sweetheart. Later sounds good.”

And because she gets to share in it with you too.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Twenty-Four: Well, Fuck

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A/N: I was reminded about how much I love this song while writing this! Totally wasn't dancing around my room to this song before school. Nope.

Warnings: Blood, sword-fight

Word Count: 837

Listen to: Mutiny (I recommend just listening to the first part, but you do you)

When you awoke, you were still on deck, bathed in a pool of your own blood- golden ichor instead of red. 

Your head was pounding, yet you found it to be easy to sit up. The world spun for a moment, then settled back to normal. You let out a deep breath, glancing around, only to see practically the whole crew watching you. You flinched back at their stares.

“How long was I out?” You muttered.

Polites was the first to make a move, crouching down beside you to place a hand on your forehead. “You weren’t out at all, Y/N,” he said kindly. “At least- it was too short for you to be fully unconscious.”

“What?” All of the men took a step back in what seemed like unison. One person pointed a finger at your figure. 

You looked down, yelping in surprise when you saw your own wounds stitching themselves together, new skin going to overlap the wounded and torn. 

You lifted your gaze back up, locking eyes with Eurylochus. The sheer fury in them made your heart beat faster. “Eurylochus-”

“Tell me you did not know that would happen.” The second in command turned on his heel, glare finding Odysseus, who was standing a bit farther from the rest of the group. “Say you didn’t know how that would end.” 

He took a step forward, and Odysseus turned his head away. “I didn’t mean-”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me, captain,” Eurylochus interrupted. “That you did not just try to sacrifice Y/N!” The second in command began pacing back and forth, hands massaging his temples as he spoke. “Use your wits to try and say I’m crazy and mad, that this is all some trick the gods have sent!” He paused, eyes desperate as he searched Odysseus’s, gaze pleading for the captain to interrupt and say just that. When he apparently didn’t find what he was looking for, he resumed. “Tell me you did not miss home so painfully bad, that you tried to give up the life of your best friend!”

Eurylochus started counting on his fingers, words tumbling out even faster as he gave a quick look at you from over his shoulder. “When we fought the cyclops, you were quick to hatch a plan! And when we fought we Circe, it was you who left behind no man! But when we fought this monster, we didn’t take a stand.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “We just ran!” 

He finally stopped ranting, planting himself in front of Odysseus. “Say something!”

“I can’t!” Odysseus yelled back, expression mixed with sadness, regret, and perhaps a bit of confusion.

Eurylochus looked down, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes as he drew his sword. “Then you have forced my hand.”

“Eurylochus!” You cried, lunging forward as if you could stop what was about to happen. “Stop! Lower your weapon!”

“No can do,” the second in command said coldly without a glance at you. He kept his attention trained on Odysseus. “You miss your wife so bad, you’d trade the lives of your own crew.”

The captain rested a hand on the hilt of his weapon. “Don’t make me fight you, brother. You know you’d have done the same.”

Eurylochus looked both disgusted and outraged at the idea as he leaped toward Odysseus. “If you want all the power, you must carry all the blame!”

“Eurylochus,” you begged as he clashed his sword against Odysseus’s. “Please… just stop. We can find a way that doesn’t end like this.”

The man froze, torn between obeying you and his rage on Odysseus. The captain took the opportunity to kick Eurylochus to the ground, using his sword to knock the second in command’s weapon out of his hands. It went skittering across the floorboards, stopping right in front of you. Your expression darkened as you used the sword to prop yourself up, Polites arm wrapped around your waist to help you rise to your feet. 

As soon as you could stand properly, you abandoned Polites, taking small, silent steps as you moved behind Odysseus. 

“I am not letting you get in my way!” You heard Odysseus screech, bringing down his blade. 

You moved swiftly, embedding the weapon deep into his thigh. You watched as Odysseus groaned, falling to his knees. You moved around to the front so that he could see you, and the blade that was now covered in his blood. “My sister,” Odysseus started. “Why?”

Your lips pursed, but you didn’t look away. “How am I supposed to trust you now?” You demanded. “Now, your time has come, your luck’s run out.” You felt the rest of the crew gathering behind your back, showing that you had their support. “Now, the time has come to shut you down.”

You leaned down, your voice dropping a bit. “You relied on wit, and I almost died on it.”

You brought your boot down on his face, stomping him into unconsciousness.

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[mullermilkshake]

A loveseat for two

Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3 ???

How can you tame a lion?

Mafia!Choso x Fem Wife!reader. Mentions of death,Stockholm Syndrome,Implied Kidnapping or coercion,Choso loves his wife and he's delusional

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You weren’t ever sure why Choso turned out the way he did. It could have been the power went straight to his head, or maybe the money was too much for him to bear. But there was a reason that you knew definitely contributed.

And that was because you had never told him that you loved him.

You hated yourself for having thoughts that weren’t anything else of hate and disgust for him and his methods. How he went about ‘keeping’ you after bumping into each other one night, one of your last shifts at the club. 

He wanted control and disguised it as his own deformed take on love.

So when these feelings crept up inside you like bile, your only choice was to swallow them down and ignore it. Though each time he would dote on you, buy you something because you had mentioned it in a fleeting comment, or had your breakfast brought to your room so you could eat in bed and wrote you poetry to calm your nerves when you cried didn’t help to keep it all hidden.

Yuji was the only person that kept you grounded in reality and fighting to stop these urges and fucked up ideals from shooting through your mind on a moments notice. Yuji was good, kind hearted unlike his brothers. You always knew by his face he knew it was wrong, it was the reason why you fought Choso so hard most of the time in hopes he’d let you go, or at least ease up on the leash he had around your neck.

He never raised a voice or a hand to you either, which made it even worse.

You paced your bedroom, sending the dinner prepared away knowing full well that there was a man downstairs in the basement getting hurt. Yuji told you so himself. All because the man happened to speak with you in the shopping mall.

Some person in a horrifying fiction book would have been flattered that a man like Choso took so much notice of them, willing to do anything for them. Going as far as hurting someone for doing nothing to them. 

Though no one could not condone it, including you, despite it being cloaked in love and romance. There was nothing romantic about such activities that involved blood and violence. Yet for a fleeting moment, you were excited about it.

You just put it down to being an intrusive thought and lone isolation in this house.

It was not long after you were banished up to your room for the bedroom door to open, Choso wandered in silently which was commonplace for this time, and as usual, you said nothing to him. In fact you turned your back on him and watched the distant night go on through the window.

“Sorry I’m late, Love.” So caringly like always, you wondered why he even bothered with you, you never treated him kindly.

That poor man downstairs. He was all you could think of. “Is he dead?”

You turned briefly to see him and though there was not a spot of blood on him, though he was still surrounded by the scent of gross iron enriched in the fear you heard through the soundproofing.

It was obvious what the answer was.

“I didn’t kill him.”

You heard mentions of one of his brothers. Kechizu. He was often at the centre of the travesties down in that basement. “But is he dead?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?” He did not make a move to get closer to you, keeping his distance was one of his redeeming qualities.

Of course you would be mad, the man did not need to die, no one needed to die. 

“Why?” Your breaths became shallow, lip trembling at the very thought of a dead body down in that basement. “Why would you do that- he did nothing wrong to you.” 

“He touched you-”

“No he didn’t!” You raised your voice louder than you should have, even with all your bottled emotions. “He didn’t touch me and you know it.”

Choso made no attempt to deflect it or even match your energy, but for once you wanted him to shout, raise his voice, grit and bear his teeth and get angry. He never did.

“I saw everything. And he needed to answer for it and my decision is final.” He kept his distance. “If only you could see everything I do, then…”

The softness tricked you into overthinking for a scrap of sympathy. A kicked puppy he was, craving a little tenderness against the abuse to forget everything else that you weren’t giving him.

Choso made it increasingly difficult to hate him.

“You don’t think about the repercussions of your actions, dive in head first and ask questions later… Do you actually think that everyone is out there to hurt or touch me? I’m not your possession…”

“I know they do.” Choso turned to face you, “You are the most precious thing to me and I will not stand idly by whilst others gawk at you. Men are vile creatures and they will do anything to have you, why can’t you see that?”

“They aren’t doing that!” You may as well have been talking to a brick wall, you might have actually gotten some kind of answer that wasn’t this. Though brick walls didn’t talk back.

“It’s not one big conspiracy that everyone is after me. You’re just- just have this big obscured idea of the world and it’s completely false!”

“No. It isn’t.” He wasn’t fully demanding, but you pegged on quickly to the frustration in his voice. He stepped closer to you and you backed away subconsciously until your back was against the dresser.

“I know just how cruel the world is by the ingrates my firm deals with. The safest place for you is here and I will continue to protect you until my last dying breath.” In another life, it was undeniably romantic if it was anyone else.

“I don’t want to be owned by you, Choso. I want to live a somewhat normal life and you took me away from all of that.” You guessed it was astronomical resentment that drove you to loathe him so much.

It was why these conflicting feelings were such a betrayal.

He came closer, so close you were cornered, the edge of the dresser dug in and pinched the skin. “You aren’t owned, you can leave at any time. My men will take you wherever you want to go-”

It came out of nowhere, but you had brought your hand up and whacked him across the face. You had never heard anything so preposterous. “You liar!”

So quick. His physical speed and strength outmatched you instantly, taking a hold of your wrist and the other when you used your free hand to hit him. “You liar, get the fuck off of me!”

Still he never raised his voice. “I know you’re upset, but I won’t apologise for protecting you.”

You struggled more, ramming your body into him and pushing away from the dresser to get some space before you suffocated under his intense aura. “Get off of me-”

“Stop struggling or you’ll hurt yourself; I can’t let go or you’ll fall.”

“Then let me!” Choso took a hold of you and threw you on the bed like you weighed nothing, a sheet of paper fluttering down. 

And then he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. I’d never let you fall.”

“Get off. You’re hurting me!” Struggling and thrashing on the bed did nothing to weaken his grasp, it just tired you out.

“I’ll let go once you calm down, you’re only going to hurt yourself if I let you flail around.”

Why couldn’t he shout or scream at you? The soft speaking bullshit you had enough of was getting tired. You craved something else and he wasn’t giving it to you. Passion at least, or you’d even accept an aggressive growl from his throat.

“I hate you… I hate you! All you do is dote on me and give me everything and I hate it; I hate it!”

“I am good to you, am I not? Those men are not, they’d hurt you and hurt you until you couldn’t stand it. And you want me to stop treating you like a princess? I don’t understand it.” He held firm and you eased off before you popped a blood vessel in your head.

Choso was straddled over your legs, sitting up partially to look at you. “Why don’t you want me to love you? You really don’t know how easily I’d crawl over hot coals just to see you smile, to give you an ounce of amusement in my humiliation if it made your day. I will die loving you forever.”

“You’re always there, over me. Hurting people that look at me, breathe in my direction like I’m the queen of this little twisted empire you built.” You were close to tears. “I didn’t ask for this; I didn’t want any of it. Why can’t you get angry at me, I treat you horribly. You don’t ever yell or treat me with an ounce of what I do to you. So why don’t you fight for this!”

You denied the feeling of whatever scrap of weird love you had, and it was like bricks on your chest making it difficult to breathe.

Choso’s eyes widened and his head turned in shame. “You want me to… You want me to treat you like that? You really don’t know how much I love you, do you?”

“I have an idea how much, but this isn’t how people show their love…”

“I do everything for you, and I don’t understand why you don’t love me. I did it all correctly.”

His distortion was worse than you thought. Killing people, hurting them wasn’t something done right and it was an act he’d surely go to prison for. Something that would catch up with him eventually if an intervention didn’t stop him.

There was only one way to stop all of this madness.

“I do love you.” There, you said it. But you hated him too.

“You…” Choso leant in without another word and pressed a tender kiss to your lips for the first time ever.

You had felt his lips before whenever he took your hand sweetly and took a moment to rest them for just a moment. Again, sweet and lacking that passionate flair.

Pulling away you shook your head and struggled a little but it was more yearning than to escape. “If you’re going to do that, at least do it like you mean it. No more treating me delicately, please don’t handle me like I’m going to break; I won’t.”

This was such a stupid idea, an idiotic choice that would lead to everything wrong. But if you could control him, you thought it might have been better that way to avoid other innocent people losing their lives.

Behind all great people, there was another supporting them. In this case, maybe one day Choso Kamo could actually be a great guy.

He leant in close to you and your ears picked up on a sound you had never witnessed from him, it tickled them. “If I do that, I know I won’t be able to stop. If I go down that dark route, I’ll ruin you.” 

Your body was instantly reactive to the little growl that darkened the room from his throat. He was still on top of you, hands wrapped around your wrists in a position that was less than idealistic.

Choso moved away from you and pulled you up close to him, noses touching and his raw hot breath ghosting over your lips. His hand rested like it was made for your waist, an odd place since until now you never allowed him to get close enough to really hold you despite begrudgingly sleeping in the same bed.

“Do you want me to ruin you?” It was a point of no return if you said yes and his wandering touch of his free hand curving around your neck didn’t help you make the right decision.

“I…” Lips so soft you wanted to constantly touch the plush muscle.

“Well, I…” He was an awful person who did terrible things in your best interest even if logically they weren’t. Still, he thought they were.

If you had him by the balls, you could control him and put a muzzle on his snout to keep his leash short. He’d do anything for you and expect nothing in return.

Only your love.

“Ruin me, Choso.”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[ur-local-ghost-pal]

Hey! Able-bodied people who know someone with tics or want to learn more! Pls stop to read this really quick if you can. I'm someone with tourettes and I would like to kindly remind you to not do the following. 1. please for the love of fuck do not give someone who is ticcing (or in general disabled) fake pity looks. You know the ones where you look at us in an almost pitying way, but it isn't really that genuine because you kinda care but it's not effecting you and you can't really bring yourself to care much. Yeah, cut that shit out. 2. if someone's tics cause them to hit themselves, don't get mad when/if they hit you. Most likely it will happen if you are around them a good amount. You can be hurt - obviously tics like that hurt - but if I see you demanding comfort, pity, and apologies angrily from the person ticcing I'm going to stomp you with my cane. Especially if you don't show you care when they are hitting themselves nonstop daily. 3. I shouldn't have to say this but even if the person ticcing doesn't seem overly upset, don't trigger their tics on purpose. Just don't. The person ticcing might not care much but why do you feel the need to? Like, unless explicitly asked for whatever reason, just don't. It's kinda rude, can be dangerous, and you don't have any reason to (again unless asked). 4. please, please, please don't be awkward when someone is complaining about the pain their tics put them in. Don't just stare at them weird after they talk as if they did something wrong or it's so odd that they just expressed any amount of discomfort of their disability. And for the love of goodness do not be rude to them about it or gaslight them. 5. in general you shouldn't do this at all but we're talking about tourettes so here we go. If someone needs a mobility aid due to tics, don't touch it. Don't pick it up without permission or play with it. Don't try to take it as a form of punishment (parents this is for you). don't doubt they need it. Again, don't gaslight them into thinking they don't need it. Don't tell them they're being dramatic. 6. the last one. Do NOT fakeclaim ANYONE. Please. Tics can develop at any age and tourettes is not the only tic disorder. Sure, you can't be diagnosed with tourettes if you developed them after 18, but you can have tics. Tics can be sudden or gradual when developing. If you want to fakeclaim your friend, roommate, family member, or even that rando on the internet. Just shut your mouth. It's not that hard. Most people don't do this so don't feel targeted unless you have done these. If you have done these, just stop. It's not that hard.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hello! Could you write something about jealous VVD. You're out with the girls and they record you having fun, shaking ass and stuff. Obviously, he's not happy about it.

Thank you ☺️

reader’s not shaking her ass because i can’t shake my ass so i wouldn’t be able to relate but she’s having some real fun 🍾🍾

virgil van dijk x reader

‼️ big virgil is mad at us, sorry + him being a little possessive

as long as you’re mine

it was rare that you had time to meet up with your friends and have a fun night out. two of your best friends had kids so it was impossible for them to stay out over 9 pm and the others were much into their perfect wives role that they didn’t even had time for themselves.

but tonight, somehow, you managed to get them all together to have some real fun in a very special club downtown liverpool.

it felt like it’s been years since you last saw them and you couldn’t wait to gossip about anyone again.

virgil wasn’t really excited about the idea of you clubbing all night. not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust the people around you. he knew how man could get when they see a pretty lady, the knew it very well.

so he tried to convince you to stay home but you refused and met up with your friends.

you had a nice dinner and then you all went to the heaven club, your favourite place in all the town. virgil didn’t like it so he never came with you but tonight you finally had the chance to have some real fun with your friends and you couldn’t wait for it.

one drink first, then a second one and a third one. one man offered you a glass of wine that you kindly refused so he offered it to one of your friends that accepted. you all were laughing and having fun when, all of sudden your phone started ringing.

virgil was calling you but you never picked up.

what you didn’t know was that someone was filming you and posting everything on twitter. you weren’t doing anything wrong, you were just laughing and chatting while some of your friends were dancing and shaking their asses but still, someone managed to get your pictures and videos out on twitter.

you never picked up your phone that night, not until the uber you all booked, left you at home around 4 am. you weren’t that drunk but you didn’t trust yourself to drive.

you removed your heels before entering your home, thinking that virgil was already fast asleep so you were kinda surprised when you saw him sitting on the couch watching the news on tv.

“virgil?” you called him and he turned around to look at you “what are you doing still awake? i told you not to wait for me…”

“i had to wait for you in case you never came back home…i don’t know, what if you fell asleep on some cheap couch in some cheap club?” he said standing up and looking at you.

“what? what are you talking about?”

“you know damn well what i’m talking about…” he was mad but you didn’t know why.

“i can see you are mad but i don’t know why…care to explain it?” you asked him a little confused.

“did you really have to do all of that? acting like you don’t have a husband waiting for you at home? if you wanted attention you just had to say it…”

“what the fuck are you talking about virgil!” you started to get mad as how he kept being so obnoxious.

he took two seconds to take his phone out of his pocket and show you everything that’s being going on twitter “this is what i’m talking about!” he showed you one of the videos where you were seen talking with a man - the man you refused the wine from but of course virgil didn’t know that. he showed you another video of you dancing with one of your friends, and it wasn’t the dancing itself to upset him, it was the fact that a man was making inappropriate comments about you.

“virgil…that man offered me wine and i said no, that’s why i was talking with him…and sorry, but it’s not my fault i wanted to have fun with my friends and men can’t keep their dicks in their pants…i’m not apologising for that” you calmed down after seeing the videos and why he reacted that way “but you gotta trust me virgil, and it hurts me knowing that you don’t trust me”

“i know it’s not your fault…i just, i hate seeing men talking about you like you would give them a chance…and i’m sorry for overreacting…i trust you, i love you, it’s the people around you that i don’t trust, it’s the people around that want to take advantage of you and if something has to happen…”

“virgil” you chuckled “nothing is gonna happen okay? i just had a few drinks and i’m capable of defending myself if something happens okay?”

“okay but”

“no buts…”

“but” he kept going “you are mine, my wife, my love, my woman, mine, got it?” he asked, his voice showing more authority.

“i’m yours virgil, as long as you are mine” you answered back.

his lips turned into a smirk, while his hands moved to your hips “i’m definitely yours, as i sad again, you’re mine…” he whispered into your ear and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not but you were feeling butterflies all over your body “so now, you let me take care of you as a proper husband should do, got it?” he asked and you nodded.

you definitely wouldn’t have let him go so easily.

[dsybouquet]

all i need ੈ✩‧₊˚ - ellie williams

genre: gf! ellie x fem reader, ellie being mean, verbal fighting ? fluffy, ellie being very vulnerable, mentions weed, swearing

summary: ellie is mad and does not want to talk

“Get the fuck out of my sight!”, Ellie yelled before slam shutting the door to Joels house. She walked off, more angry than you‘ve ever seen her. You just shared a sigh with Joel, who reopened the door again.

“I’ll talk to her.”, you promised before you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give her some time.”

Joel nodded and put his hand on yours. “Maybe she’ll listen to you.”

The cold winter air was making you shiver as you made your way towards Ellie’s home. Hands shaking before you knocked on the door. You knew why she was mad at Joel and you’d be wrong if you’d say you do not understand her.

“Ellie?”, you softy called as you knocked on her door. She did not reply but you did hear the door unlock. Slowly, you entered, allowing cold air follow you in her little home. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

The brunette didn’t say a word, she just scoffed and threw her jacket across the room. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Ellie, please. What is going on?”, you asked, already suspecting the main reason of her anger.

“Nothing, _______! Nothing is going on!”, she yelled. Her voice was so firm yet so fragile, like she was about to break. You took a deep breath, taking a step forward in order to approach her.

“You know, I can only help you if you let me.”

You leaned against the wall and looked at her sitting on her bed, her hands holding her head and her fingers messaging the sides of it.

“Look, I don’t need help. Not yours, not Dinas and most certainly not Joels. Got it?”

You nodded slightly. “And I don’t want to talk. Just do me a favour and get out.”

She looked at you, her emerald eyes slightly watery. “Ellie, I-“

“I said get out ! Fuck off, ______!”

She bit her finger while getting up from her bed, walking around, trying to contain her anger. “Please just fucking leave before things happen we both would regret.”

You sighed. “If you need me, I suppose you know where to find me”

Ellie flipped her hands in the air, noticeably holding back from saying things she’s gonna regret, before she shoved you towards the door. “I won’t!”

And before you could say anything else, the door was slam shut in your face.

You made your way to your own little home. Dropping on your bed, you stared at the ceiling. Ellie can be a lot when she’s angry, and you know. And you know better than getting on her nerves by being pushy about what’s going on.

If she need’s the time, that is fine. After all, you have plenty of it between the patrols and the duties around Jackson.

“______! Are you home?”, you heard Dina in front of your door, knocking ever so slightly. “Come in!”

Dina entered your home, placing her jacket in your couch. “You okay? I heard Ellie was pretty mad before.”

You sighed, letting yourself sit on your bed to face the woman. “It’s because of Joel. I was trying to talk to her but she didn’t let me.”

Dina sat down besides you, smiling kindly. “You know her temper, let her cool down and then you can talk to her.”

“Oh I know. I’m not mad or anything. I just can’t stop being worried.” You fell back on your bag, hands behind your head. “But yeah, she has a bad temper.”, you laughed, remembering all the times when Ellie was the biggest asshole towards you, who apologised an hour later.

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Darkness has fallen upon Jackson by now. You put your book, which you’ve read for three times already, back on your nightstand and pushed yourself off your bed.

Snow kept falling, causing the night to appear lighter than usual. Your, by now tired, body moved to your shelf with old movies you used to look out for with Ellie on patrols. “Maybe that’s gonna make her feel better.”, you quietly mumbled to yourself while taking your copy of Jurassic Park.

Prepared for the cold, though the way to Ellie‘s was approximately five minutes long, you left the warmth of your home.

Jackson was quiet. Most people asleep, others still engaged in conversations. You enjoyed this. The quiet. The peacefulness. In this world, you felt lucky to experience this in between fighting for survival.

Lost in your own mind, you almost walked past Ellie’s home. Quickly you walked to her door, knocking quietly. „Ellie?“

No sound from inside.

You tried opening the door and to your surprise, it was unlocked.

Inside it was dark and the smell of smoked weed reached your nose immediately. It was almost too dark to see the figure of your girlfriend in her bed, covered in her blankets. You sighed. „Hey baby.“, you quietly said, sitting down besides her.

„Hm.“, was all she gave as an answer.

Slowly your hand found a way in her hair, stroking it slightly. „How are you doing?“

Again, no reply.

„Do you need a hug? Anything I can do for you now?“

Ellie now turned around to look at you. Her face was illuminated by only the street lights from outside. Eyes puffy and red, from crying and smoking. You took off your jacket, allowing it to fall on the ground.

„Come.“

You lay down besides her, crawling under the covers. Ellie was quick with resting her head on your chest, taking in your scent. „I‘m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to yell at you.“

Her hands clawed into your hoodie, scared of you leaving. „It‘s okay.“, you tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Silence overcome the two of you, a comfortable silence. „Why didn’t you just tell me you needed a hug?“, you dared to ask.

„Because I wanted to be alone but when I made you leave I was way too alone and you didn’t come back.“, her voice was fragile, almost just a whisper. „I was scared you‘d leave me.“

„El, You know I‘m not going anywhere.“

She shrugged and didn’t add anything to it.

You rarely see her like this. Usually Ellie is dominant, taking a leader role, not allowing emotions to control her like this.

But you know better. You know she can be so fragile, vulnerable. After all, shes someone so deeply hurt inside, she could break so easily if it wasn’t for her ego - and for you.

You kissed the top of her head before she buried her head in your neck, placing featherlight kisses on your skin.

„I‘m sorry. You don’t deserve this. But Joel was just pissing me off. His never ending lies, the overprotectiveness, the control he‘s try‘na take.. I‘m old enough you know.“

„He’s just worried about you. After all, he sees you as his own flesh and blood. Everything can happen in a world like ours, Ellie.“

She sighed, shifting her body and looked at your. Her long fingers traveled along your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

„I know, but I‘m not a kid anymore.“

„You‘re most certainly now. You‘ve grown into the woman I learned to love. But for Joel.. you‘re still a little girl.“

Ellie scoffed, her hand resting on your waist where she pulled up your hoodie slightly. „I know you‘re right. Maybe I should talk to him. Try to forgive but never forget perhaps.“

Her voice was quiet.

You nodded, knowing how rough the whole Saint Mary Hospital story was. He shouldn’t have lied to her. He should have been honest and tell her the truth right away before leading her on a trail of lies and heartbreak. But if you were in Joels shoes, you would‘ve done the same. So would Ellie.

„You should, El.“

She sighed, curling up more against you. The warmth of her body made her feel safe. Safer than she ever felt before.

„Can we switch the topic, Babe? I don‘t want to talk about this anymore.“

You nodded and slightly pushed her off you to reach your jacket.

Her face turned to the one of a puppy who has been rejected off the couch before she saw the movie box in your hand.

The sad eyes suddenly started to shine a teeny tiny bit when she read Jurassic Park.

„And that’s why I love you.“, she said, taking the movie off your hands and walking over to her TV to put it in.

„I love you too.“, you laughed, turning on the little fairylights she has around her house.

Your eyes landed on the halfway smoked blunt in the ashtray. Quickly, you picked it up and put it between your lips. „Weed and Jurassic Park?“

„Sounds like a date to me!“, Ellie smiled, opening her arms for you to fall in.

„Thank you.“, she said after a moment of silence. „For what?“, you looked up to her and shifted in your position.

Her eyes met yours, still red from the weed your two just started sharing, but filled with love.

„For simply being there. For being all I need.“

You smiled and punched against her shoulder lightly. „Stop that, Ellie or I‘ll blush.“

„But it’s true!“, she kissed your neck before holding your cheek with one hand.

„You are all I need.“

And with that, she placed a kiss on your lips, before giving you the prettiest smile you‘ve ever seen. „You‘re so beautiful.“, you just said, not comprehending the beauty of her. The auburnish hair, green eyes, her lips, her nose, her freckles. Everything was so beautiful to you.

„So are you.“, she whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

[howi99]

Prince of Vale part 4

JNPR's room

Jaune: *slowly reading a letter* ... *Sigh*

Ren: Another love letter?

Jaune: *shake his head* I wish it was. *Put the letter down* i was summoned to my mother's funeral.

Nora: *questioning look* Weren't you going anyway? You even told us you were leaving this weekend for them.

Jaune: Going isn't the problem, it's who sent the letter. *Look through the window, seeing people walking by* ... My older sister is the one organizing the event, and last time we saw one another... *Sigh, massaging his eyelids* She's probably the person that hates me the most. She's probably blaming me for her death.

Ren: *wince* She was there when you decided to leave, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah. With everything i said to my mom, she's probably not that far from the truth. *Looking down* Words cut deep, and i bleed her without a thought.

Nora: *shake her head* I think you are assuming too much, fearless leader. She probably knows how you must feel, with how much you beat yourself down every time you make a mistake. *Point to the letter* She also sent you an invitation, which i think is more so you'd feel included, instead of out of obligation...

Jaune: *shaky breath* Maybe. But how can i face her or the rest of my family? I still tried fleeing my duties.

Pyrrha: *sitting next to him, sighing* As Ruby said, when she was consoling you, you are a teenager. You wanted freedom and your mom probably knew that. Your sister probably knew that too. I... Can't say i had as much pressure as you when i became famous, but do you really believe i never screamed at my parents? That i never told them i hated them?

Jaune: *now looking at her, all his attention on her*

Pyrrha: I... *Looking ashamed* I ran away, once... I told them i hated them, blaming them for driving all my friends away, for the expectations everyone pushed upon me... *chuckle* I even blamed them for not having a boyfriend. *Shake her head* It wasn't fair for them, they were doing what they thought was best for me. *smiling kindly at him* They searched for me in every corner of Argus. The sponsors were furious and told them that if they didn't bring me back before the end of the week, they would cut all ties with us. Do you know what my father said to them?

Jaune: ... That they would bring you back?

Pyrrha: *shaking her head, smiling* Nope. He told them, and i cite: "You can put your fucking money up your ass, i want my daughter back!" *Blushing with an embarrassed laugh* They were just next to me when i heard him say that, they didn't recognize me since i was more coat than girl. And that's nothing compared to what my mom said to them.

Jaune: *weak smile* You made up with them?

Pyrrha: *nod* Yeah... They weren't mad, all they felt was relief at seeing me well. *Look at Jaune* When you told me about your family, you spoke of them with so much love, i can't even imagine them thinking for one second you are the reason for her death. *Gentle smile* They know how much you truly loved her, Jaune. Heck, you even told us how much like you your oldest sister was. She's probably worried sick about you.

Jaune: ... *Little smile* Yeah... You're probably right... *Sigh* But... i still feel responsible, you know? I hurt her when she was at her lowest and i can't forgive myself.

Pyrrha: *hugging him* Yeah... I know. I won't tell you to stop blaming yourself, but we are here to get you through this.

Nora: *goes and hugs him too* We are your team. And as a team, we will help you all the way until you feel better.

Ren: *nod* You are like a brother to me. Your pain is my pain as well.

Jaune: *slightly blushing* G-guys... *hug them back* Thanks.

[kiestrokes]

Day 22: Jung Wooyoung | NSFW

▸ Idol: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: active WIP, foreplay, sexual tension, feelings, slice of life. ▸ Vibe: this was the first ever fic idea that I had for ATEEZ back in 2023, I just was trying to find a plotline for it, aside from just a WooSan!threesome. College bestie Woo, hot neighbor San, eventual smut. Parts are loosely based on my funny irl experiences of my 20's. And I mean loosely, I didn't fuck any of my friends. ▸ Warnings: language, miscommunications, feelings of betrayal, bisexual struggles, soft angst and hurt feelings.

Sexually Explicit Content: sexual tension, consented kissing, over the clothes touch of the vagina, cuddling, idk there's nothing really here imo.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is being posted for my wipmas.) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. So I consulted my big three @chans-room @minisugakoobies @minttangerines for the special version of todays WIP-mas. Thank you kindly for putting up with me. Enjoy the king prawn meme edition of this 🤗 full text version at the end for those the photos won't load for!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

College friend Wooyoung. You’re in a coed dorm. You first meet Woo making out with another guy and just assume he’s gay.

The two of you go about your blooming friendship with no hiccups. He’s affectionate and cuddly with everyone so it never lingers in your mind to be more. Him sleeping over, cuddling, morning woods, dirty dancing, kisses.

Until you’re graduated and moved into an apartment together. You’re in the kitchen doing something. One of Wooyoungs causal partners compliments your butt and you’re surprised.

Wooyoung speaks up “right? She has a fantastic ass.”

“Since when do you look at my butt?”

“I’ve always looked at your butt.”

You shrug it off knowing how hyper sexual he is. Until you’re at a holiday party and see Wooyoung come out of the bathroom with a woman.

You’re confused.

One of your friends asks you why, you explain Wooyoung is gay.

“Well yes he’s bisexual.”

“What?” They laugh thinking you’re joking, “wait you didn’t know? I thought you two were” they hand motion.

You blink confused and text your college roommate. They confirm, informing your Wooyoung has given them several orgasms. The room spins and you excuse yourself. Leaving on your own.

Stumbling up your stairs since the elevator is broken. You slip on something and the new neighbor catches you.

Wooyoung comes running up then, greeting the neighbor and taking you into your apartment.

You blurt out “you’re not gay?”

Woo puts your shoes away and turns to you confused.

“Of course I am.”

He gets down on his knees to help you of out your tights like always. You stop him.

“No Woo you’re bisexual.”

He smiles at you, “yes silly.”

His smile slowly falls as you stare deadly at him. “Wait- you didn’t- how?”

He sits back, fingers braced on your calf for balance.

“Can we just go to sleep?”

You stand, after brushing his hand off. Wooyoung catches your wrist.

“Wait are you mad at me?”

You sigh, “no im just confused, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

His thumb traces circles over your pulse. “Ok.”

He leans in to give you his usual goodnight kiss and you pull away. The hurt written on his face. He lets you go to bed. The next morning he’s peaking in. You call him over and he wastes no time climbing in and cuddling you.

“I thought you knew.”

“It’s my fault for being so focused on my studies.”

“No!” You lay there listening to his heartbeat.

“Are you disappointed?”

“Why would I be disappointed?”

“Everyone loves a gay best friend. Bisexual is like the knock off verison.”

Woo looks sad, you sit up to look down at him.

“Bisexuals are definitely not the knock off gays. You can’t help what gender or non gender you’re attracted to.”

He reaches up to stroke your bottom lip, “you didn’t let me kiss you goodnight.”

You tug his hand down.

“It’s just a little different right now.”

Woo nods.

Things are kind of back to normal.

Both of you are crushing on the hot new neighbor. You haven’t let Woo kiss you goodnight. He’s sad but respects your boundary. Until it boils over one night and you two fight.

“I just miss kissing you goodnight.”

“You fucked my college roommate but never me, was I not good enough.”

Wooyoung gapes at you, hands tugging on his hair at the temples. Gets up. Paces and comes back.

“You were beyond good enough. So good I didn’t want to risk losing the friendship we were growing.”

You stare at him and then he scoots forward to take your hands in his.

“I never fucked you because you’re so much more than a causal lay to me.”

You nod. You let him kiss you goodnight that night, it’s like everything snaps. There’s a gasp and then Wooyoung has you pressed into the wall, more than a goodnight kissing you. You cling to him and his hand trails down your body. Heel of his hand pressing into your clothed cunt.

“Ahh Wooyoung” you gasp into the side of his neck.

And he backs off. Bracing a hand on the wall next to you.

“Sorry sorry. I’ve just been so worked up about our relationship that I haven’t gotten laid.”

He kisses your cheek and heads to bed without another word.

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2024 by kiestrokes  All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[mykoreanlove]

i need skz angst like rn??😭

hyunjin x female reader, and they maybe decide to go out to like a club or something, and some guy hits on the reader and hyunjin is like “you were flirting back!” and the reader is just very confused bc they tried to let the guy know as kindly as possible that they are taken, but hyunjin is still really mad and it results in them fighting

and then maybe hyunjin decides to go home but not like a shared apartment thing like he goes somewhere reader doesn’t know about

and then a day passes and he’s like “oh no i fucked up” and comes to readers apartment to apologize

happy ending? tysmmm🎀

I was like sure, let's writing something short and quick but somehow it turned into 6 pages lol. hope u enjoy it :)

The pros of being an insanely hot couple? A lot of sex and affection, a lot of people wanting to be like you and a lot of praise and admiration.

The cons of being an insanely hot couple? A lot of people trying to take your place, a lot of jealous envy and a lot of insecurity.

“Baby, you look incredible”, Hyunjin whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind. You were standing in front of the mirror, admiring your look for the night. “I wanted to look good for you”, you shyly admitted as you leaned into him. “There is absolutely nothing you have to do to accomplish this, y/n. Nothing, you hear me?”

Ever since you met Hyunjin a couple of weeks ago your whole world turned around. You were used to dating a lot and having fun, but this was different. He was different. Both of you fell for the other rather quickly, a romance that revealed a hidden side within you.

“I want to kiss you so badly”, you whined.

“Why don’t you?”

Instantaneously, you pointed to your lips covered in deep ruby red.

“Ah”, he nodded understandingly. “Is it okay then if I do this?”, Hyunjin asked before kissing every inch of your collarbone, slightly sucking to mark his territory.

Hyunjin was a confident guy, knowing damn well that he was good looking and talented and still he felt conflicted at times. What if this was not enough? What if he was not enough for you? Since you were in your early dating stages, he never had vocalized his concerns, but his body did. His need to be near you, touch you and possess you was evident from the start.

“Jinnie, stop”, you giggled as you pushed him away.

Irritation grew on his face, not understanding why you were distancing yourself.

“I’m gonna be covered in marks that everyone is going to see”, you teased.

He felt his chest tighten. Did you not want others to see them? Did you want to be perceived as single? His own sparks of insecurity got ignited again, waiting to turn into a full-size fire.

The club was crowded with people of all kinds – dancers, jocks, hot models, a real feast for the eye. You were used to people turning their heads, especially when you were together with Hyunjin. It never bothered you that much since you knew how devoted he was to you.

“Can I tell you something?” You were laying on his chest, watching him breathe calmly. “Sure.” “I found your old DVDs in the basement, and I started watching them while you were at work. Binging them, really. And I saw something that really stuck with me”, he explained silently. “What was it?” “Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours”, he explained softly. You turned your head and gazed into his teary eyes. “We haven’t been together that long, I know. But this is exactly how I feel, y/n. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. Cannot. Do not want to. Impossible.” You started tearing up as well, finally feeling at home with another soul. You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips and whispered: “I’ll be your Carry, baby.”

“Come dance with me”, you shouted as you pulled him to the dance floor. It was hot and sticky, but you didn’t mind, in fact you loved it like that. The music was energetic and vibrant, filling the whole room with energy and life force. You only had eyes for Hyunjin, watching his body move gracefully to the music. When he danced, he became one with the tunes, one with the movements. He smirked as he caught you staring, knowing damn well that you were weak for his dancing. As the song changed into a slower, sexier one you found yourself in front of him, grinding on his muscular body. All the other people were forgotten as you swayed your hips on him, feeling him getting hard behind you. His hands on your body and his hot breath on your neck was all you needed to know.

Hyunjin however was more prone to your surroundings. He enjoyed having you like that, but he hated sharing you with others. He was too aware of the other pair of eyes that was set on you. Like a reflex, he pulled you closer, grabbed a bit harder and provoked your surrender, demonstrating whom you belonged to.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep this up, we have to go”, you moaned into his ear.

“Let’s do that”, his whole face lit up. “Let’s get out of here, y/nnie.”

“But we just came?”, you whined in annoyance.

Hyunjin’s eyes darkened as his gaze pierced through you. Just like that, goosebumps formed on your skin, electricity cursed through your body making you feel all hot. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“I’m going to the bathroom really quick to fix this situation right here”, he said as he nodded to his crotch, “and when I come back, we leave, you hear me?”

You swallowed and nodded, already anticipating the night ahead.

“Good girl.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead and turned around, quickly looking for the bathroom.

You walked over to the exit and leaned against the cold wall, waiting for your boyfriend, already picturing him doing unspeakable things to you. You were so engulfed in your naughty daydreams that you didn’t even notice the guy from the dancefloor approaching you.

“Hey!”

“Oh, hi”, you replied politely.

“I saw you dancing earlier, damn you got moves!”, he complimented you.

“Thanks”, you replied drily.

“So uhm, would you like to have a drink with me?”

“No”, you shook your head.

“Why not?”

“Well, if you saw me dancing earlier you must have seen my boyfriend behind me, right? That’s why.”

“Shit, sorry. I kinda hoped that he was just another guy hitting on you.”

“Far from that.”

“He’s that great, huh?”

“Y/N”, Hyunjin called out angrily while glaring at the other guy.

You were taken aback by his tone, feeling anxious so you followed him without saying a word.

Fumingly, he marched to the car, while you were trying to keep up. Hyunjin placed both of his hands on the cold metal of the vehicle as he was trying to calm himself.

“Jinnie”, you called out softly.

“Don’t fucking call me that, y/n.”

“What?”

He turned around and faced you, his pupils were dilated, and his nostrils flared – he was angry as fuck.

“Don’t fucking call me that when you were flirting with some dickhead behind my back!”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Of course, I am. That bastard was eye-fucking you while we were dancing, and I left you alone for 5 minutes and you were already cozying up to him?”

“Cozying up to him? Cozying up to him? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What? I know what I saw!”

“Enlighten me, then. What did you see?”

“I saw you all smiley and giggly, you were practically shooting heart eyes emojis at him! Is that why you hated me giving you hickeys on your collarbone? So, everybody could see you were available?!”

You felt the punch to your stomach, making it harder to breathe. Every single word of his was laced in the most painful accusation, one that you had been familiar with way too often.

“Yeah, you’re right. I was flirting back and shooting heart eyes emojis at him. It was so much fun! And I was damn grateful that my body was free of your damn hickeys!”, you retorted angrily.

Hyunjin was about to explode, not being able to differentiate between your lies and his perceived reality.

Wordless, he turned around and got into the car. You looked at him one last time, hoping that he would come to his senses – but he didn’t. The loud sound of his engine disturbed the quiet of the night and not seconds later he was gone.

What should have been a fun night out for a young couple turned into a vicious disaster. One was crying hiding in the dirty toilet of a club, while the other was crying racing down the highway. Promises of forever love turned into accusations of unfaithfulness, painting your rosy world of adoration into black loneliness.

You had no idea how you made it back home, nor did you care. The following day was torture – you were ruminating over everything, trying to understand what had happened yesterday. Deep sadness filled your whole being. Hyunjin did not call, nor text. He vanished out of your life, just like he vanished into the night air yesterday. Was that it? Was it over?

“Damn, you look like shit. Why are your eyes so puffy?”

Hyunjin pulled the covers over his head, trying to dissolve into thin air.

“Hey, come on. Talk to me”, his friend encouraged him.

“I may have made the biggest mistake of my life yesterday.”

“Oh my god, did you cheat on y/n?”

“What? No. Of course not. I would never do that”, he explained.

“What did you do then?”

“I accused her of cheating on me.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Don’t be. This was the last time I let my demons take over”, he mumbled as he left his room.

By evening, you felt better – at least good enough to go for a walk and clear your head. Minutes after you left Hyunjin appeared at your door – holding a giant bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands. He rang your door hundreds of times, knocked on it until his knuckles were swollen and called out for you until his throat was sore. But nothing.

Defeated, he slid down to the ground and thought of what to do.

“Y/N, I made a big mistake yesterday. I am so sorry. I should have never accused you of shit like that.”

He was wiping away his tears again, the thought of loosing you made his heart break every single time.

“You see I’m not perfect. Far from it. Yet somehow you seem to think that way. And I just… I just wait for the shoe to drop. For you to finally realize that I’m nothing special.”

“Jinnie”, you called out his name while stopping in front of your apartment. His eyes widened in surprise, immediately followed by relief. “You didn’t open up because you hated me but because you weren’t home…”

“Don’t flatter yourself, hate is on the top of the list right now”, you glared angrily.

He lowered his head in defeat.

“Are those for me?”, you nodded to the bouquet of flowers.

“Yes.”

You opened the door and passed by him. “Put them in a vase, then.”

Surprised, he got up on his feet and followed you inside.

“Can we talk?”

You sat across from him, giving him the cold shoulder.

“Talk.”

“Y/N, I am sorry. Please believe me, I am so sorry. I was seeing things, I let my insecurities win and I accused you of shit you didn’t do. Please, forgive me.”

“What did you think happened there?”

“I saw you guys talking and then I saw red. Like, you were smiling from ear to ear, practically shooting heart eyes emojis at him. I just, I just saw red.”

You sighed deeply, finally understanding where he was coming from.

“You’re right. I was shooting heart eyes emojis at him.”

“What?” Hyunjin’s heart was about to explode.

“But only because I was talking about you, Jinnie. He asked me out for a drink, and I explained to him that I already found the greatest guy on earth. I was gushing over you, like a freaking fan girl.”

“He’s that great, huh?” “Oh my god, yes. He is the greatest. No really, he is great at everything. Dancing, painting, loving? The best. He is also the kindest and loveliest guy I ever met. Always caring for the ones he loves. Never a dull moment with him. He makes me laugh so much. I swear I got abs because of him. And did you see how handsome he is? Fuck me, it’s like God created him himself and brought him to earth, so we could adore him. Fucking masterpiece, that man.” “Okay, okay, I got it”, the guy gave up. “Must be one hell of a lover.” “One hell of a lover. One hell of a soul. My soul, actually.”

“I feel like the biggest idiot right now”, he admitted ashamed.

“Yeah, you should feel like that.”

“I’m sorry, y/nnie. Can you forgive me?”

Silence lingered between the two of you, only for a moment, until you got up and walked over to him. You put your arms around his lean torso and hugged him tightly, willing to put this past you.

Hyunjin’s body finally relaxed, as he hugged you back. His lips landed on the crown of your head, simply resting there, and holding you close.

“Jinnie, wait. There is something else you need to know.”

He released you from his grip and looked at you anxiously.

“What is it?”

“When I was younger, I got bullied for hickeys. My first boyfriend always left them on my neck and the others harassed me for it, calling me slut and all sorts of names. So, it’s true, I don’t like them being visible.”

Hyunjin’s heart broke once more – for one because you had to endure this harassment, but also because he bullied you himself.

“I’m sorry, y/nnie. I won’t do that ever again.”

“Wait, no. I love your hickeys. I love your lips on me, I really do. But can we, maybe, agree to leave hickeys in places only we can see?”, you asked shily.

Hyunjin chuckled and pulled you in for a kiss, promising to do just that.

“I really meant what I said. I can’t imagine my life without you. I really can’t.”

You grabbed his hands and squeezed them, agreeing you felt the same way.          “I feel like we should talk about your insecurities, but I’m drained from last night.”

“Let’s relax for now, baby.”

“What do you want to do?”

Hyunjin’s lips turned upwards, forming the loveliest yet sneakiest smile.

“Okay, fine. I get the popcorn and you switch on the TV. Sex and the city marathon it is”, you rolled your eyes at him teasingly.

[veryace-ficrecs]

The Pitt Fic Recs Part 2

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Find part 1 here!

Taking Time For Yourself by NameStartsWithN - Rated T

Two patients help Mel help herself. Maybe the Pitt is home after all.

A cracked polystyrene man by Alwayssomeonebetter - Rated G

With patients still trickling in, Jack looks for Robby. Dana helps.

The Road Ahead by jumpfall - Rated T

“What are you doing here, Jack?” Leaning against the hood of Robby’s black sedan dressed in casual clothing and a pair of aviator sunglasses, Jack just smiles, wide and insincere in the way he gets when he's about to be a real asshole. “Going on a trip,” Jack says. “I don't think so.” “That's cute,” Jack says. “And denial’s not just a river in Egypt.” “I'm going on a trip. You're going home, or wherever it is you go after shift.”

child life by allapplesfall - Rated T

“I know it’s too late, because there’s nothing we can explain, but her parents don’t want her to see her sister, so I thought… If it were us. I would– I couldn’t handle it if–” A muscle in Mel’s jaw jumped. “I thought maybe she could say goodbye?” Swallowed tears burned the back of Heather’s throat. Her belly twisted. She rolled her lips between her teeth, trying to find words. “I think so, too.” (A take on the 1x08 teddy bear acquisition.)

Vital Signs by jumpfall - Rated G

“You passed out,” Dana says. “In front of the med students.”

Robby's PR nightmare by vernyhora - Rated T

Fine, he thought, adjusting his sunglasses. Let the night shift have all the heatstrokes, dehydration, and twisted ankles. They could have their adrenaline-fueled triage marathon. He’d stand out here in the sun, explain CPR to children, and pretend not to care when no one listened. or The day shift gets roped into running a community outreach event during the Pittsburgh marathon.

Bottom of the Ninth by jumpfall - Rated T

“An interdepartmental softball tournament? That sounds like fun.” “It's a bloodbath,” Perlah tells them bluntly. - Or: Robby and Dana (rightfully) pack for friendly competition like paranoid boy scouts, Perlah’s a Soccer Mom, and Mel decompresses from the stresses of the job with a little help from her chosen family.

Together Lost by Preelikeswriting - Rated M

"Robby felt like an asshole even before he hit the call button. Abbott had been crowing about his impending vacation days for weeks now. A reprieve from the madness he called it. Jack had even taken to pointing out the fire extinguishers scattered around the Pitt during handoff- just in case the place caught fire without him. So Robby knew it was shitty to call, shitty to put this- his crap on him- But Jack had made him promise. And he was trying, trying to be better. Trying to lead by example, trying not to end up on that damn rooftop- or at least trying to stay on the right side of the railing. So he hit the fucking button."

i'm feeling badly, it's not an attempt at decency by judypoovey - Rated T

The thought of helping him made her freeze up in a way she hadn't frozen up since the man who had fallen from a ladder. "Didn't he kill like four people?" she asked out loud before she could stop herself. "Six," the cop nearest her corrected. There were people out there in there waiting room who deserved their help, who needed them more, and yet here they were working to save this murderer -- "Santos, you good?" "I -- yeah --"

First, Do No Harm by jumpfall - Rated T

Abbot leans in at Robby's ear, voice gentle as Frank's ever heard it but still with the ex-military no-nonsense tone that suggests he’s giving an order he expects to be obeyed. “Robby?” “Yeah?” “Would you kindly stop teaching for a second so we can focus on saving your life?”

[gretavanlace]

Valtava

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, pain during sex (this is handled gently and lovingly) language, dirty talk, etc.

Everyone thank our dear @jake-kiszkas-smirk for the scene where his head is resting on her stomach. I’ll say no more to avoid spoiling it, but it’s delicious and it was her idea that she so kindly left in my hands. Thank you, you filthy genius, you. I love you madly. Also, I no longer remember who to credit for this pic of Josh, it’s been in my camera roll so long. But I couldn’t not use it for this…that’s dangerously close to sacrilege.

“This scene right here,” Josh speaks over Ray Liotta’s musings, one arm stretched across the back of his couch, the other bent to stroke his thumb along your jawline, absently “This is where Scorsese really stretches his wings. Here we are, watching the heinous discovery of murder after murder while Layla, a song about love and lust, lulls us. We feel both safe and shaky.”

His fingers now wind through your hair, relaxed and warm, with your head in his lap. “I think it serves as a reminder that even ugly can dip its toe into the waters of beautiful, if you squint hard enough.”

He pauses and talks over his own stream of thoughts, “Well, most ugly things, anyway. Someone saw these murders as a necessary evil. Something to ensure the world they had built for themselves, for their families, stayed clean. Someone went home and slept a little easier knowing there was one less heart beating out there ready to turn state's witness on them.”

You nod and hope for him to keep going. The way his mind works fascinates you, as does the unique lilt of his tone, and the excitement that sharpens his gaze when he is ruminating on something that really spins the wheel for the hamster in his brain.

Catering to your unspoken wish, he carries on, “And maybe even the victims were in on the method to the madness, y’know? They chose the life they chose, they understood how quickly loyalty and love can shape- shift into survival and self preservation. Layla helps the audience understand. It marries the beauty and the bloodshed for the people in the seats.” he shakes his head in wonder. “It’s fucking genius.”

“Thought your brother was the big Marty fan?” You ask, studying the perfect cupid's bow of his lips from below.

“Jake?” His eyes are on the screen, but his focus is on you. “Tarantino. I dig the use of his nickname, though. Marty. It makes it seem as if you have him over for dinner regularly.”

“Maybe I do.” You tease.

You earn a smile, but still not his gaze. “And what do you serve?”

Adopting a tone of nonchalance, you shrug, “Usually, we make love until dawn and then share cold spaghettiOs right out of the can.”

“Ah,” He nods seriously, “the opulence. It’s all very grand.”

A comfortable silence wraps itself around you both until you have a thought that pokes to be shared.

“Do you suppose Scorsese might have chosen Layla because of the double-edged sword it also happens to be as a piece? Since Clapton wrote it about his best friend's wife?” You feel a blush heat your cheeks, and immediately wish you hadn’t contributed. He knows so much about film and you know so little.

True to Joshua-form, however, he hushes your unease effortlessly. “Shit! I’d never even considered that. The beauty for Clapton was the ugly for Harrison. God, I’m so in love with the way your mind sees everything that’s invisible to mine.”

I’m so in love with…

He means the ideas in your head, the quiet corners of your thoughts, but it quickens your heart and nudges the butterflies in your stomach to life, nonetheless.

So, you pull yourself up, a thigh nestled on either side of his waist in the blink of a breath.

“Hi.” You long for the timid smile dancing shyly on your lips to morph into something sultry. Something sexy. Something that might flicker the darkened flame, that hides down deep in his belly, to life.”

“Hi.” He grins back, allowing you to wiggle around until you’re comfy in his lap. “If Goodfellas is boring you, I stand zero chance of keeping you entertained, baby love.”

Your fingers worry over the beads looped around his neck and then twist into the soft pink linen of his shirt, finally coming to rest at the button fastened nearest to his throat. Your eyes travel over him, hungry to soak him in. To tuck this image of Josh, so quietly content with you perched above him, away in your heart…a pretty picture to revisit when he inevitably becomes a memory.

What is he thinking? That question seems to occupy your mind more often than any other. He is an enigma. A mystery parading as wide open sunshine.

Intrusive thoughts, cruel and unrelenting, silently bully you. You’ve become quite adept at ignoring them over the years, opting for at least some semblance of normalcy in your quest for a happy, healthy life. Whatever that means.

But these thoughts in particular are cloaked in far too much truth…too many signs pointing to the worst being the obvious…to be easily disregarded.

You want to say these things to him. If only to bask in the assurance you might catch in his reply. But to risk the absence of said reassurance, is a feat too great.

Instead, you begin a tentative roll of your hips as you lean in close to meet his pillowy lips with your own. He tastes of mint, and the IPA he has been nursing, and Josh.

Like always, he indulges the kiss, but stills your hips, and you long to vanish into thin air, leaving nothing more than a coiling wisp of smoke in your wake. The rejection comes with a throbbing ache in your chest. Is your heart truly breaking? Now you’ll be forced to offer it to him in pieces.

And he isn’t the only one to indulge in old habits, because, also like always, you crawl into the safe embrace of humor. “You’re right, Joshua…you’re boring me. Back to the brilliant mind of Marty, my beloved.”

You slide off of him and stretch back out on the couch, focusing on the screen to hide your tear glossed eyes as he gets comfortable behind you.

“Scorsese, you bastard,” he shakes his fist in mock indignation, “how dare you steal the affections of my woman?”

A forced laugh comes out sounding a little too close to a sob. You play it off as best you can. Nothin’ to see here.

Alas, he catches it. And, of course, he won’t leave it alone, though you certainly ask him too.

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?” He turns you toward him, hovering over you as you lie on your back and long to melt away. “Talk to me.”

“I just— I mean,” death seems of great comfort. “Is it me? Do you not… are you not… am I not pretty enough? Or sexy enough? Or… I don’t know,”

A frown of deep concern furrows his brow as his palms move to cup your face, “What? Are you not…Jesus, baby, of course you are. Fuck, if anything you’re too much. Too pretty, too sweet, too smart, too sexy.”

Your words come quiet and small, quivering with painful vulnerability “Then why?” You close your eyes, and thankfully, he allows you to hide this way.

Exactly what you knew would happen, happens. He lies without lying. “Why, what?” He sounds of feigned confusion. He knows what you mean.

Throat now constricted and pulsing with a wringing pain, you close your eyes tighter, unwilling to bear witness to whatever lie will follow his last. “Why don’t you want me?”

A tear breaches the dam you had hoped was impenetrable. You loathe and curse it.

“Hey, shhh…don’t do that. Don’t cry.” He brushes the tear away and then kisses over the path it took.

“Don’t cry?” You snap. A twinge of regret flares to life within you. You’ve never spoken to him unkindly, and could it be that there’s no going back? Perhaps this is it; the end of the road you’ve been heading inevitably for.

To your great surprise, he laughs. You crack an eyelid open to find it sincere. “So, she’s capable of something other than sugar, spice, and everything nice, after all.”

His hand smooths down your chest - can he feel the violent rattle of your heart as it thrums and beats out of control?

When at last he speaks, there is an edge to his tone you’ve never heard before. It warms you clear through to your curling toes “You think I don’t want you?”

You shrug, all pink cheeks and complete ineloquence.

“Well,” he soothes, drawing gentle patterns upon your temple and forehead, “you should know, that is far from the case.”

But, rather than take the moment further, as he so easily could, as you so desperately want him to, he sinks into an innocent position - resting his cheek on your stomach as you struggle to keep it from rising and falling too rapidly, his eyes, once more, on the screen.

The film drones on; mafia murders and cocaine swirling down flushed toilets. Betrayal and 20/20 hindsight…

…and on you watch, on the surface - in reality, you can think of nothing else other than the weight of his head on your stomach.

There is a dull ache there, inside you, gripping at every nerve ending all at once. He knows what you want, and he very obviously doesn’t want the same thing. He doesn’t want you.

He speaks first, and there’s too much truth in it. He knows you too well. “I need you to stop that.”

“Stop what?” You stupidly offer a tiny shrug, but for what? He isn’t even looking at you.

“Your walls, I can feel you stacking bricks. Stop, or I’ll take a wrecking ball to them.” he pets over your forearm comfortingly. It doesn’t help.

“Alright, Miley,” you toss the joke out like a life preserver for yourself. “Just don’t start licking sledgehammers and we’ll be alright.”

He gives you the softest laugh. It more closely resembles a sigh, “Is it only sledgehammers that you are opposed to me licking?”

Oh.

When he coolly pushes your shirt up and begins dragging his lips, licked slick and warm, around your belly button, you think you might burst into tiny, burning, longing, pieces. God, how you want him.

“You like that, baby love?” He speaks the words melodically into the room like a lullaby, hushed as a priest absolving you of your sins in a darkened confessional.

A whiny hum is all you seem capable of, but it doesn’t look like it matters much to him.

“Yeah?” He’s teasing now, and you think it might kill you. Your hips begin a barely perceptible rock in response. “Can I touch you, sweetheart? Do you want that?”

“Josh, please,” his name is less than a whisper. It’s a plea gasped into the dark, dancing with the flickering glow of the tv as it blinks and changes like lightning.

The warmth of his hand between them causes your thighs to twitch and tremble, but he hovers just above making actual contact. “God, look at you. How could you ever doubt how much I want you? So pretty. Can I touch you here, baby? My pretty, pretty girl.”

With a soft moan, you lift your hips, pressing into his palm. He doesn’t push for words, your body has given him all the consent he needs, and the want in your eyes reiterates.

His mouth is wandering your soft, flushed, stomach as he slides your pants away, gentle and sure, the tip of his tongue bridging the distance between his kisses.

Your hands weave down into his wild curls, comforted by the way they wrap themselves into your touch, spiraling around your fingers as you tug at them and tenderly scratch over his scalp. A particularly sweet drag brings a shiver to life on his shoulders. He groans in appreciation and runs away with another piece of your heart.

“Oh, fuck,” you murmur, surprised and grateful, when at last, he sinks a single finger into your warmth.

Should you at least have the decency to feel shy about the sound it makes? About the way you must be soaking his skin? Perhaps. But you don’t, and judging by the curse he secrets into the still of the night, there isn’t any reason to.

“Does that feel good?” He isn’t taunting you, it’s a genuine question, but there is a hint of a teasing tone there as well, peeking out from around the edges of his words and you think it might just be the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“So good.” You’re whining and writhing beneath him, tiny pouty huffs of breath tumbling off your lips over and over…but you don’t care about that either.

His finger slips out and you mourn it pitifully, until it swirls around your swollen clit, tearing a shaking cry out of your chest. And then, there it is again, filling you as his thumb begins a slick trail of tight circles just right.

“You want more?” Oh god…the way he sounds, the way you feel. He’s setting you further and further on fire with his gentle, decadent, prodding. With his breathy, gingerly obscene questions. Flames - scorching and crackling - lick up inside you. Incinerating as they consume.

“More?” He asks again, rasping the word, wantonly urging you on.

“Yes!” You nod frantically, spreading your legs further. You want him, need him, so badly…coveting the very breath in his lungs for its privilege of being inside him in a way you’ll never know. You long to trickle down into his pores and vanish.

A second finger - they feel longer than they have ever looked - joins the first and then begins a perfect, guiding, curl.

Tucking into that perfect place inside you, he fucks the pads of his fingers against it ever so carefully. Gently spinning your head in every direction.

He rests against your belly as the muscles inside churn and flex beneath his ear, watching intently as his hand fucks away at you. He wonders what it might be like to stretch you to almost breaking. How it would feel to push another finger inside, and then another, and another. When would you tell him to stop? Three? Four? Could you take that burning stretch? Would you relish it and ask for more? Fuck, he hopes so.

But you feel so tight around him…just two fingers full and you’re squeezing like you’ll never let go. He worries, and the pounding pulse of neglect that aches rhythmically in his cock, reminds him that he worries rightly so.

He has always believed you to be the most beautiful thing his eyes have ever had the pleasure of landing upon, but he’s never seen you like this - spread open, soaked and puffy with want. With need…for him. It doesn’t seem possible.

The way you move…fluidly, like ripples chasing over the surface of a placid lake, urging him along with your body. Your gorgeous cunt sucking his fingers in. A goddess, a beckoning siren, an angel…he can’t look away.

Can’t until he hears it, until he feels it, how close you are. Wild, frothing, horses couldn’t keep him from the gift of watching your face as you fall apart. An army of men wouldn’t stand a chance. He wants this moment with you, and he will have it. He wants to make you cum, and he wants to watch your eyes go blurry with it, and so watch he will.

“C’mon, baby…” he goes breathless when his face tilts up to meet yours. You are flushed and panting, lips parted. The soft pink of your tongue just barely visible, blushing like saltwater taffy in your mouth and he wants to lick against it, wants to taste you.

The smallest blips of a sound he can’t describe chase each other out of that beautiful mouth he wants to kiss so badly. Tiny uh’s that shift into gasps of desperation. You’re right there, and he wants it more than you do.

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he eases his chin into the softness just below your navel, creating a delicious pressure, and crooks his finger so perfectly, pressing and stroking until it feels like you’re floating and the only thing holding you in place is him.

It is celestial. He is every constellation and you are the astronomer, feet held to the ground by gravity, eye pressed against a telescopic lens hopefully, frantic for a glimpse of his wonder.

There is only Josh.

“Almost there, pretty girl,” he nods, gaze glossed with lust and something that looks like love. “You gonna give it to me?”

You are. You’re going to give it to him. You couldn’t stop it now if you tried. Fluttering walls trap him inside you as his stare fixes, unmoving and heated, with yours.

“That’s it, baby love, that’s it.” He urges you on, leads you deeper and deeper, those long, warm, perfect, fingers working you like he’s been there a thousand times before. “Shh, you’re alright. I’m right here, just breathe for me.”

That’s all it takes for you to realize your lungs are burning for a breath you’ve been unknowingly denying them - and with that hissing, hungry, gasp for air, you explode under him.

He watches, mezmorized, as your eyes roll back, teeth clenched like some ethereal, feral creature. It bursts out of you, clear and shimmering, like liquid diamonds, but you don’t know it yet, he can tell…you’re too far gone, and he fucking loves it. He fucking loves you.

He has said it aloud. I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much. I love you.

But that’s the thing that he doesn’t know yet because he’s also too far gone.

You’re quiet, gentle. Sweet, whining whimpers floating out of you as you vibrate and spill.

On your end, you hear the confession of how deeply his feelings run, but you don’t register…it will settle in later and you’ll weep for not saying it back. Though you don’t need to, he knows.

Once you’ve settled, he pushes up until you are eye to eye, lapping your release off his fingers. You’re sweet enough to lick off a whisk like cake batter, and he tells you so…but you can focus on nothing but the shining glint of you that he wears so well.

Shocked by the sheer amount, you blush hard and hot. Burning brighter still when it drips from his hand and lands on your lip. In an act you don’t seem aware of, you lick it away like a raindrop. The very sight of it, the somehow still innocent depravity, weakens him until he is forced to swallow a whine.

“Had I known what I was missing,” he grins lazily, “I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”

The confusion sends you crashing back to reality.

“But why stop yourself at all?” Your eyes are so wide and clear. It makes him want to gather you up and keep you safe.

Once more, it crosses his mind that you’re an angel. He wonders where your wings have gone.

“Because, I—“ he falters, shaking his head as if he might rattle his thoughts into place. Finally, he opts to show, not tell, pressing his hips against yours so you can feel him.

And feel him, you do, but only for a moment. He’s so hard you’re cozy from the heat of it through the sweats he was lounging in when you arrived.

You’ve noticed. Of course you have. You’ve stolen a glance or two when he wasn’t looking. How could you not? You’d just always thought, and not to be crass, you’d always just assumed he was a shower, rather than a grower.

Now you aren’t so certain. He felt massive during the short amount of time he was rocking into you.

“You’re thinking very hard, baby love.” He smiles down at you. “Are those thoughts in my favor, or…?”

He trails off and awaits your answer with that Josh-like patience. Rather than speaking, you curl your hands around the waistband of his pants and then cast your eyes up, in silent question.

Nodding the go ahead, he continues watching you closely…studying your reaction as you tug him free.

“Oh, fuck,” the expletive sighs out of you as the tip of his cock - leaking, angry and swollen - slaps up, well above his belly button, with a solid thump.

He’s big. So big. Long and thick, beautifully shaped. Blushing pink at the head, and visibly pulsing under your awestruck scrutiny. You absently wonder how he isn’t light-headed for the amount of blood it must require to bring him to such full attention.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He explains softly, finally letting you in on the secret of why he’s been so skittish, “And I didn’t want to…”

His confession loses traction as he watches your mouth rather than meeting your gaze.

Your palms reach for him, cupping his angelic face with as much gentleness as the renewed desire racing through your veins will allow. “You didn’t want to what?”

While he searches for the words, you curl your thighs around him and pull him in, moaning out his name like a mantra when you feel him against you, skin to skin.

“God damn, baby…” he rocks his hips closer to yours and then remembers what he’s doing. “I didn’t want to scare you. And I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, you said that.” You tease, trying to lighten the heavy load of his anxiety.

“I know.” His mouth meets yours, searching out a slow, needful kiss. “But I kept imagining hurting you, and you being too sweet to say so. I’m still imagining it.”

Your tongue licks into his mouth as you wrap your fist around him. “Look at you, Josh,” you smile shyly through a kiss that is anything but shy. “My fingers don’t even touch.”

“Grew up under some power lines.” He teases, relaxing as he pecks along your jaw.

“I want you inside me.” You sound despondent, and feel just as forlorn, the look in his eye warns you may have a fight on your hands.

“Pretty girl,” he tucks himself away and begins kissing a slow, serpentine trail down your body after he flutters your shirt, indicating he wants it off. “I could barely get two fingers in your sweet little pussy. Why don’t you just let me kiss it? Don’t you want to cum on my tongue, hmm? Won’t that feel nice?”

Such filth is a captivating development, and one you like very much…but, you stop him all the same. Grabbing him by the hair with enough force to tilt his head back, pulling his mouth away from your straining nipple, you issue a demand you intend to make sure he fulfills, “I said, inside, Joshua.”

He raises an eyebrow and suppresses a grin of dirty glee. “Joshua?”

Ignoring him, you watch as he licks the pad of his thumb and then arch away from the cushion when he begins a steady, swirling journey over your clit with it. “Gonna make you cum first, love. Again and again. I’m gonna baby this gorgeous cunt until my name is the only word you want in your mouth…and then I want you to fill my mouth.”

“Jesus, Josh…” you’ve never wanted anything more, but you can hardly force the words out to convey just how fucking agreeable you are.

“You want that?” He flicks over you faster and faster, indulging in your pouty, needy cries, praying they never end. “You want to cum in my mouth? Feed me something sweet?”

~

“Easy, baby love,” he coos, whispering to you like you’re a tiny, broken bird, fallen from the nest and afraid. “You’ve got to relax a little more for me.”

“Yeah…” you nod, staring up at him as if he painted your entire world into existence. And maybe he did.

No longer able to count the number of orgasms he’s gifted you with, you feel like liquid silk. Or clay in his palm, happy to be molded to his liking.

“Yeah?” He drops a kiss onto your forehead and pushes in just a hint further, eyes darting up when you hiss with discomfort.

You offer a smile for him to continue and he returns it gently, but the way he’s fighting for breath betrays him. He wants you badly, he’s going slowly mad with the need to bury into your body to the hilt.

His fingertips skate a ticklish trail down the curve of your waist and then grip into your thigh, spreading you open a bit wider.

Both bare now completely to each other for the first time, you’ve given yourself over right there on the couch. The room is silent, save for hushed words and choked breaths twisting languidly through the air, the movie long since over.

He’d wanted to carry you off to the bedroom, but you refused.

You want him here. You want him now.

Palm cradling the back of your head, he brings you forward until your mouth is sucking at his shoulder. “Just like that, sweetheart. Good girl.” His praise flips your stomach. A violent somersault of carnal need. “You just suck and bite all you want. I’m gonna take care of you. You know that, don’t you?”

Nodding urgently against him, you’re far too interested in the marks you're leaving against his overheated skin.

“Words for me, okay?” He coaxes so gently it makes your chest ache.

“You’re going to take care of me.” You mumble through a long lick along his collarbone.

Without reply, he slides in deeper, yet still not much more than the tip rests inside you.

A shocked cry escapes you before you can stifle it and his face snaps up, searching your own for tells of pain that he doesn’t have to look all that closely for. “Baby,” the pet name sings out of him, a soft crooning apology. “Let’s stop, I…”

“No, please!’ The frantic want bubbling up inside you colors your voice and surprises you both, but he masks it well.

“Hush, love. No one’s stopping yet.” he soothes, massaging your hip carefully. Just wisps of touch, but you relax beneath it like a sleepy babe cradled up snug and safe.

You’re not fond of that ‘yet’ he tacked on to the end of his promise.

“Deeper.” Your hips lift, forcing his hand while you gulp down another sound of discomfort.

“Don’t.” His grip is suddenly digging into your waist, no longer careful, but swift and insistent instead. “Let me take my time. Let me be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He’s right, and you tell him as much as he begins a slow, stuttering journey. Starting and stopping as you writhe with impatience and uncomfortability in his capable hands.

Reaching up, he guides your fingers down until they brush over your sensitive clit. “You take care of this for me, okay, baby? Help me make this easier for my pretty girl…I can’t stand the thought of hurting you.”

“Please, Josh…” you sound a mess, and who gives a damn? “Please!”

You’re right, it’s time. He knows it better than you do. He can wait no more. There isn’t far to go anyway.

Suddenly, with one firm thrust, he drives in all the way to the base, shuddering as you coil around him like a hot, wet, fist. Squeezing harder and tighter and fuck….

“So fucking tight.” He is trembling, fighting the urge to let go already. “It’s like you don’t want to let me go. Pussy so pretty and soft. Like the sweetest thing all dressed in pink. Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?”

Your eyes drift closed, breathing through the last remnants of the biting sting. You’re so full, it feels so good. So right. So completely perfect, you cannot begin to fathom how you’ve lived all these years without him inside you.

“Say it.” He sounds like an angel clawing his way closer and closer to something he can’t survive without any longer.

“What?”

“Tell me you’re gorgeous.” He’s fucking you faster now…and it stings, but it hurts so good you want to feel the burn forever. “Say you’re my beautiful girl. Come on, I wanna know that you know.”

“I—“ your face flares as pink as the cunt he’s currently locked inside

“That’s it, baby love…” he coaxes, pumping into you with long, torturous strokes. “C’mon,”

A little less tentative now - he effortlessly makes you believe - the words finally come “I’m gorgeous.”

He smiles so wide his nose crinkles as he nods and dips his lips to meet your own. “Fuck yes you are. My pretty girl. You’re doing so well, look at you. Just taking and taking and taking me.”

Pulling you up and away from the pillow gently, he guides your line of sight to the sinful image of him gliding in and out of you. His cock, glistening and covered in your unbridled desire - it catches the light and steals your heart. Is it possible to be in love with a cock? Or are you just in love with the man who wields it?

Both. Most definitely, both.

“Look, baby, look…” a quivering huff escapes him. “It’s like coming home. Being inside you is like coming fucking home.”

“Harder,” you beg, winded and lost. He feels so good inside you. Stretched further than you ever thought possible around him, you clench and twist a fist into the throw pillow beneath you until your fingernails threaten to rip it open.

“Just…fuck,” his pretty face buries itself in the crook of your neck with a whimper as he falters. “Just a little.”

The room is hazy and blurred, filled with sounds neither of you can seem to quiet. Each moan and breath filling your head up until you feel feverish. Every groan and gasp pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Your bodies meet in a sweat glazed dance that causes your teeth to grit together - biting down hard to suppress a scream that he might confuse with pain.

He tucks his own teeth into your throat deeply, growling out a melodic sound that sets you on fire, when the salt of your skin hits his tongue.

A shaky, “I’m gonna cum, baby love…where, baby, where?” Pants out of him with a desperate urgency the moment he releases your skin from his bite.

“Inside…” you plead, clawing at his waist as your thighs lock him in close. “Cum inside me…c’mon. Please,”

“Pretty girl begging for my cum. Begging me to ruin this beautiful little cunt…” he sounds as if he’s talking to himself, like he’s trying to convince himself that you’re real.

“Ruin it, baby,” your palms drift up his back, slow and steady…urging him along gently. “Ruin me.”

A sound so exquisitely angelic rumbles up out of his chest. Deep and primal, but somehow gentle and submissive, like he wants to fall at your feet in veneration of something holy and ancient.

He falls against you, pulling you as close as he can get you, and then draws the scent of your hair in only to feel that much closer. Rocking into you as he slowly comes down and finds himself.

Gathering you in his arms, he lifts you away from the disheveled couch, ignoring you when you protest weakly that you can walk.

A bath is drawn and laced with plain epsom salt to soothe your throbbing muscles. He slips into the steaming water behind you, cradling you as he drags a washcloth over your skin.

Quiet verses of a song you’ve never heard are whispered in your ear as you drift into a light slumber without worry, confident that he will keep your head safe above water.

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[lilithyvenus]

all is full of love - pick a picture

hi angels 💞 when you have every reason to be mad and grouchy, it can be hard to remember how love is all around you. inspired by björk's song of the same title and it's not up to you, this reading serves to remind you of where you can find love and let it in. romantic love isn't everything and if i'm being completely frank with you, if you are particularly into men, the healthy love you desire will not come from them. i'm tempted to backtrack but there's a reason why rnb women STILL sing about how no good they are, even 80+ years later. this isn't a generalization but i also refuse to feed you delusion – you've met them too. additionally, you're less likely to find a healthy love if you are unused to unconditional love, and more often than not, you foster it by pouring into everything but romance. it is normal to wish for the opposite, but normal doesn't always mean good for you.

be critical of what people gain from encouraging you to wait on romantic love with dream partners, instead of encouraging you to foster community with people who remind you you're lovable and loved without the incentive of romance.

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group one

your cards: nine of cups + the magician + five of cups

your channeled songs + media: lego house by ed sheeran + all the same by wavves + asking for it by hole

you find love and let it in by outright asking your higher power for those who aren't for you to fall away from your life. i'm seeing here that the people who love and care for you already exist, but it's difficult to be discerning when you have less than savoury people clouding your judgment. i get here that particularly people who find it easy to dismiss your beliefs and don't respect your space and time are culprits; if they can't respect the very basic things that make us human, why would they offer love too? the people who you feel uncomfortable expressing yourself in front of and quite literally disrupt your efforts, especially those that are to improve your life – they have to fucking GOOOO, now! you deserve to be at peace and if people are disrupting that, even after talking with them, then they're no good, whether or not it's intentional on their part. how you feel matters most because it's YOUR life. what are you telling yourself implicitly every time you choose to acknowledge someone's actions hurt you but it's okay because they're human too... over and over again? it'll be difficult to come to terms with knowing that real love cannot be questioned, but you have the safety net of knowing that by distancing yourself from people who aren't 100% for you, you're left with those who really are.

group two

your cards: five of cups + ten of cups + the star

your channeled songs + media: all is full of love by björk, lonely by jamila woods, someone who can by yuna

you find love and let it in by grieving the people you've lost and still choosing to believe in love. it can be especially difficult to trust again when you've been hurt countless times, especially when you knew you were being authentic. i'm sorry you've been disappointed but i promise, we are social beings and there are people out there who will click with you. try finding them online. look for spaces that are about healing cptsd and issues with codependency as well as fitting in. there's a mention of neurodivergence here, and again, there's definitely people who will get that and you. healing isn't magicking away your sorrow, but rather acknowledging how difficult it makes things and remembering that you aren't the only person or the first to experience lovelessness because of it. you will make mistakes in learning who to trust, but you can't go wrong if you're actively reminding yourself that it's not only normal to do so, but by treating yourself kindly despite it. seek out communities that value healing and growth, because you'll have that one thing in common with whoever you meet, and you will find it easier to relate – even without shared interests – because you have the assurance that your vulnerability is valued and you're safe.

group three

your cards: two of cups + ace of swords + six of cups

your channeled songs + media: believe in love by marina + lions, tigers and bears by jazmine sullivan + pay your way in pain by st vincent

you find love and let it in by being painfully and compassionately honest with yourself about the patterns you repeat in love from your childhood. without adding other people into the equation, is it possible you've learnt to give in order to receive a fraction of what you offer? love exists around you, and you ARE love, but you fail to see and honour that because you've internalized love being a performance. this is the most explicitly romantic reading, and it's clear you don't have difficulty finding suitors, it's keeping them that's a struggle. understand that you're not at fault for something that takes two people falling apart. especially not if it's you daring to be vulnerable that seemingly pushes people away. fuck constantly needing to improve yourself for love, you're deserving as you are because you're a work in progress. you can't learn to love yourself from nothing, we do need other people to show us how. that's the whole reason why people develop unhealthy attachment styles from improper care from parental figures in childhood. you let love in by being honest with yourself about this and choosing to be ruthless about people shying away from your hurt and only wanting fun. those are not people that have the capacity to love you, and you absolutely should not be burdening yourself with thinking you're too much for expecting integrity.

[nuriiz134]

Jealousy Jealousy

so um ya'll my second postttt. kindly like it and reblog it you can always send requesttss and dm to be tagged.also those who liked and read my first post thank youuuu appreciate yoau all. please do the same for this one also. also i am open to opiniond itd finr. thankk uuu hope you like it.

summary- jake is your bsf. our roomates with you have been fucking him . you go to a club and...

pairing- y/n x jake

warnings- kissing,f!ngering, p!!ssy eating,hand tying,s!!x,jealous,petnames,cursing,unprotected s!!x {don't be silly wrap ur w!!lie} (lemme know if theres more)

genre-romance,smut

You and Jake are best friends. You and Jake had been fucking each other the past two months month. It was strictly meant to be  pleasure with no strings attached. But now when see him you feel butterflies and your heart races. You might like him.You didn’t want to ruin your bond with Jake so you held back and let things remain the same.

You had come to the pub with Lily and Rose, your best friends. They were somewhere on the dance floor in the crowd. You were with them a while ago when you wanted to grab a drink for yourself. There you met Sunghoon, he was quite handsome, he had piercing brown eyes, with well defined lips. He was quite tall, which just complimented his looks more.  You were at the bar when Sunghoon approached you. 

“Hi, I am  Park Sunghoon. Are you with someone? “No” 

 “So,I was wondering if I could have your number?”

“Hi, I am y/n wow champion slow down we don’t even know each other and you want my number.” “Well, I have been looking at you for a long time.. We could get to know each other if you know what I mean?”

“How about we get to know each other till we are together and then I can give you my number?” “Sure”

 It's been about three hours since you and Sunghoon were talking. You had a lot in common with him. It was quite obvious Sunghoon was flirting with you and you were quite probably enjoying it and answering it back the same way. 

Jake had come a while ago since you were here and was looking forward to spending the evening with you. When Jake came in, the first thing he noticed was you flirtin with Sunghoon. Since then Jake has been shooting daggers with his eyes.

You hadn’t noticed Jake had arrived yet or him shooting daggers with his eyes.

Sunghoon leaned in and whispered “wanna leave?”

you nodded. 

As we were leaving I saw Jake outside. “Oml hi Jake when did u reach you should’ve called me” 

“ A while ago, who is this gentleman if I may know y/n?” “Well umm this is Sunghoon, I met him in the bar.”

“Is it?” smiling at him. Jake snaked an arm around y/n waist and pulled her close kissed her on the cheek” “What are you doing Jae?”

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

“Dude, it was so nice to meet you but i think you should know this is my girl” throwing the fakest smile possible. 

“Jeez dude sorry I had no idea.” “nice to meet you y/n”  with that last statement Sunghoon left.

“What do you think you were doing?” Jake said. “What do you mean?? We never had anything going on between us?”

“Let's get back home” Jake held Y/n by her hand and got into the car.”

The drive to their place was quiet and awkward. Y/n was deep in thoughts while Jake was just infuriated at Y/n.

Soon they reached home. No matter how mad Jake was at Y/n.He always was a true gentleman to y/n and always will be. Jake locked the door to the car and held y/n’s hand and went inside their shared apartment. 

“Jake, can we talk about what happened at the club?”

Jake immediately crashed his lips onto Y/n’s lips. Jake’s soft plump lips molded against your full lips like a piece to a puzzle. Your back arched against him, as you snaked your hand around neck and held him closer. Jake tilted his head for better access, your and Jake’s tongues tussled together. Jake pulled you closer and traced his hand down Y/n’s body and held y/n by her thighs and lifted her up. Jake took Y/n to the room and laid her down on the bed, their lips not leaving each other for a minute. Jake trailed kisses down Y/n’s neck sucking at her sweet spot. Y/n  exhaled at that. Jake knew which spots would make Y/n quiver and which spots would make her cry. Jake’s hand advanced down to Y/n’s thighs caressing her inner thigh while was working upon Y/n’s neck leaving marks all over her. You could feel Jake’s hand tracing soft circles on your inner thigh as you squirmed under him.

“Jae please~~” “Please wha say it say it”

“Please” “Please what baby? Could Sunghoon have had you squirming under him, when i barely even touched you?”

“Please jake”

“As you wish princess” Jake hand went to your intimate area tracing soft circles on it. You let out a soft gasp at the sudden contact with Jake’s calloused hands with your sensitive area.He was tracing circles on the soft flesh. I uttered out a soft moan at his continuous teasing. Jake entered one of his digits inside your entrance.You let out a moan. Jake entered another one of finger and started moving them at a fast pace. You screamed at the sudded pace. “Gawd so wet for me”

All you could do was lay under him and squirm as he moved his digits in and out of you. 

“Can Sunghoon fuck you like me? Does he know your body like me? Does he fucking know what can make you go mad?”

The sensation of his fingers inside you was maddening you wanted to kiss him

“Oh my god Jake” Jake started moving his fingers at a faster pace as he moved his fingers at a quick pace. As you felt your climax nearing you. Jake pulled out his fingers. “Jake” you whined

“Nuh uh you aren’t cumming until I allow you to”

“Please baby, Jaeyun”

Jake unzipped your dress and threw it somewhere in the room. As you brought your hands down to your sensitive so that you can finish. Jake held your hands and pinned it upwards on the bed and tied it with a tie.

“Jake please.” “No”

Jake started kissing down your neck to your chest. He latched his mouth onto one of your nipples and used his hand to satisfy the other. You let out a loud moan. 

“Jake please” at this point you don’t even know what you're begging for as pleasure takes over you. 

“Please what honey words I need words .”

“Please let me touch you” you whined “Mhm” Jake slowly moved down to your pussy trailing soft kisses down as he went down there.

You let out another moan out of pleasure. Jake moved down to your cunt. Placing soft kisses on it. Jake’s tongue entered your cunt and you let out a scream.Jake twirled his tongue around literally making out with your pussy.

“Jake, yes right there oh my god Jake yes right there”

Jake fastened his pace with his mouth as he felt your climax approaching. “Yes baby, become undone for me.” That was the final straw as you became undone all over his mouth. Jake moved his mouth to yours and kissed you harshly. You started unbuttoning Jake’s shirt as you kissed down his neck. Jake started undoing his pants.

“Jae please” Jake lined his cock at your entrance. “Baby kiss me” and you latched your lips onto his kissing him with all your strength. Jake kissed back with that same passion. Jake slowly entered his cock into ypur cunt. He let you adjust to his size before he started moving. “Gawd so tight baby so tight. You feel so good omg." Your eyes roll back at the sensation of him inside you. You let out another loud moan. Jake moved in and out at a faster pace. “Could Sunghoon fill you up with his cock like I do? Could sunghoon make your eyes roll back like I do?? Could Sunghoon make you scream like you??” You nodded letting out another loud moan as he pounded into you. “Remember Y/n No one knows your spots like I do.No one can make you feel this good Sunghoon won’t make you feel this good.” Jake pounded onto you again. Your nails bruising his back.

‘YOU.” “ARE.” “MINE.” Jake felt your climax approaching as he fastened his pace. “Jake” you screamed as you cummed all over his cock. “Oh my god princessa you feel so good.” Jake pulled out and pumped a few times before he cummed all over your stomach and collapsed on top of you. When Jake kissed you this time it wasn’t hunger or lust or desire. It was love, passion and warmth. “Are you okay baby?” You nodded. “Was I too harsh on you honey I am sorry.” “No its fine” “Baby come on let's get you cleaned up okay honey and then go to bed I am going to set up a bath for you okay honey?”

You nodded.

Jake went to the bathroom and started setting up the bath. He used your favorite rose bath bomb, added rose petals and set the water warm just as you like. “Princess, the bath is ready.” “Come on, let's go” Jake picked you up as he tucked one arm under your knee and the other behind your back. He put you in the bath and went in the bath with you.

“Baby I am sorry if I was so harsh with you. It's just that it makes me angry to see you with anyone else.” 

“It's fine Jake, it's okay.” as you leaned on him. He slowly petted your head as you relaxed into his touch.” “I Have something to say to you Y/n” “Ya jae?”

“I love you. I have had this gigantic crush on you like idk since when it started way before we even started fucking. I don’t want you with anyone else except me. The thought of any other man looking at you like I do seeing you like I do makes me so angry and terrifies me. I just want you to myself. I promise I will never be rude to you. Your smile, it brightens my day if i see it once. Your eyes makes me want to go on a voyage around them. And your personality is just so perfect I have no words for it. The way I could listen to you talk for hours and hours. You have the kindest soul possible and the sweetest person on this planet. I am ready to handle your rude ass side, your nice side, your kiddish side, your horny side. Y/n Please Can I be your boyfriend. I promise to never disappoint you. It's totally fine if you don’t like me I won’t force you. I'm sorry. But if you do oml” Tears started welling up in Y/n’s eyes.”omg jake your so sweet. Of Course I love you. It is so sweet of you. Omg Jake.” 

“You do? Omg Y/n I love you.” Jake started grinning ear to ear. “I am going to go change our sheets and get you a tshirt. Okay baby lay here more. Do you want to eat something although it's 4 but whatever you want.” “It's fine, I don't want anything.” Jake kissed y/n’s forehead and got up. He spreads the bedsheet. Gets out his T-shirt for you. 

“Baby are you done? Can we go to bed?”“Ya lets go I am done.” With that Jake picked you up. “You know I can walk right?” “I know you can but you're my princess and you deserve it.” “here's your T-shirt” “I love you” Y/n wears the t-shirt given by Jake and lays down. Jake comes and lays down with y/n.

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